Ominous Journey

David’s P.O.V.

I came closer to Helena and quickly snatched the paper where the game mechanics was written. “Hey, you are already sweating, and you seemed to be so tired already. Get rest over there, and I’ll take charge on this.” I pointed out the monoblock chair that I was sitting on earlier.

“No, I’m still fine. I’m okay, Cristoff. Don’t worry about me,” she said with a smile reaching her spectacular green eyes.

“I said you have to rest for a while. You just came from an illness, and I don’t want you to get sick again. You are a Medic Executive Commander, not a patient.” I seriously instructed Helena, leaving her with no other choice but to nod and follow me.

“Okay, if that’s what you want…” she meekly responded.