Ryo was asleep in the bed, his breathing steady and deep. Sachiko lay beside him, her mind restless despite her exhaustion. A growing discomfort in her stomach reminded her that she needed to go to the bathroom, but the thought of disturbing Ryo filled her with dread. She feared his anger, his wrath, more than anything else.
Trembling, Sachiko reached out, her hand hovering over him for a moment before she gently touched his arm, trying to wake him. "Ryo..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, laced with anxiety.
Ryo stirred slightly, his face creasing into a frown as he grumbled, "What do you want?"
"I... I need to go to the bathroom," Sachiko stammered, her fear of him evident in her shaky voice.
Ryo sighed, his irritation palpable. "You can go. Don't worry about the zombies—they won't attack you," he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep as he turned over and drifted back into slumber.
