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"Heck Arnou, you did this to yourself." She visibly exclaimed, her palms slamming over her mouth in pure shock. He slightly rose up his head a bit to see her staring back unbelievably at him and he sighed without any bother whatsoever and reclined back on the bed.

"Arnou...?"She chipped, bring forth her rhetoric question back to him. She shook his head as she knew he was going to respond, and went into the bathroom. Okay, she can remember sighting the first aid box somewhere around the vanity mirror so where was it. Her eyes zoomed more towards the mirror and was heartily relived when she saw it.

Bending over, she grabbed the first aid box and walked out of the bathroom.

Arnou rolls over the bed, trying to find a best sleeping position since his fist was still bleeding and he couldn't place it anywhere on the bed. His chest boozed with a low grumble as he laid back on his back and pressed his eyelids shut. He needs to sleep and just...

"What the fuck are you doing?" He hissed through