Simon shook his head, "Oh no. Stella is not allowed to walk without assistance."
Den was dumbfounded, "But right now you...
you said....she....."
Simon tilted his head in confusion and placed a hand on Den's forehead, "Is taking care of a patient too much for you? Do you want me to send a nurse?"
Den slapped away his hand and said, "The one who doesn't seem to be in his right mind is you."
Simon was still confused, "What? Why?"
Den: "Just now you said McCartney was allowed to walk. Now you're saying she isn't. Which one is it?"
Simon's face showed a hint of surprise with the confusion, "I said Stella could walk?"
Den looked at him, "You don't remember?"
Simon scratched his chin and seemed deep in thought. He said, "Come to think of it, I don't remember anything from the time Stella asked me if she could walk to the time you jerked my arm."
Den seemed dumbfounded at this revelation as his handsome face showed clear confusion. "What does it mean then?"
Simon: "Seems almost like..." But he quickly shook his head and said, "No, it cannot be. The sun has just gotten to me. It's really too bright outside."
Den was deep in thought when Simon said again, "So, I'll be going now."
Den snapped back and blinked his eyes. Simon had covered himself so that not even an inch of skin showed. Den nodded and led Simon outside.
While on the gate, Simon said, "I would really love it if you scheduled the check-ups at night. It's really too much of a hassle coming out in the sun."
Den seemed a little out of it as he nodded and shut the door.
Den walked into Stella's bedroom, barely making a noise, clearly too much on his mind. He stood looking at the sleeping face that looked so much like a child's before sighing, "It was just our imagination. She is a human after all." And leaving the room.
That night as Stella was eating her dinner, Den came in with two boxes in his hands. Stella looked up and said, "Hey Sharp. It's not my birthday today."
Den sat on the edge of her bed and said, "I heard that if you give your pet gifts, it becomes a good pet."
Stella almost spat out the juice she had just drunk and coughed a few times before saying, "That was too savage."
Den smiled at his victory and said, "How are your wounds."
Stella waved her hand as she put a piece of meat in her mouth, "Oh you know, the usual. Pain and blood and...." She took a dramatic pause, "death."
Den pinched her cheek and said, "Okay drama queen, finish your dinner. I have something for you."
Den expected that upon hearing this Stella would become really happy. But he had forgotten that she merely looked like a child due to her small height and childish behaviour. Stella's smile vanished as she put down the fork. She said, "Sharp, I can't take any more favours from you."
Den was surprised as he asked, "What do you mean?"
Stella: "You're already doing too much for me. Keeping me in your home, feeding me and taking care of me. I don't want you to spend too much on me. I'm worried I'll not be able to repay it back."