I woke up feeling dead and looking dead too.
Even the gaze friction in my asking made it feel like I was on fire.
And I was entirely wrapped in gaze, just like a dead body, lust with some more care.
I stayed in bed for some time getting used to the pain.
The last time I got burned this bad was when I was still a toddler and that new nanny thought a sunbath would do good to my pale skin.
I started to reflect on everything that happen in the last few days.
Something seemed to have changed in me.
I was really acting like a toddler in the last days… or was I like this since the beginning?
-Stop the drama and get up, last time I changed your bandages you didn't even have blisters anymore.-
I get up grunting as my answer. I WAS still feeling blisters.
Naukar is sitting beside me with my umbrella and a needle in hand.
-Oh, you are really doing it… thank you.- I say more out of surprise than rational thinking.