The morning sun filtered into the room, casting a warm glow over the figure sprawled out on the bed. Rafael lay on his side, a slow groan of pain escaping his lips as his face scrunched up.
His brown hair was tousled, strewn haphazardly across his forehead. As the light hit his eyes, he squinted, raising a hand to shield them. He stretched, rolling slightly to the side as he pushed himself up with his legs, the movement causing a slight wince.
Rafael's feet touched the cold floor, and his eyes fell on the loosely tied bandage wrapped around his leg. The sight made him blush, memories of the previous night flooding back.
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Flashback – Last Night
"I can bathe you, you know. I used to do it for my brother when he was still alive," Marco had said, his voice surprisingly tender, almost pleading. But Rafael had been taken aback, caught off guard by the offer.
