Serial Killer?

“I didn’t pay for such a cringing performance today.”

I complain as I fumble over the first aid kit on the table, looking for pain relief essential oil.

“I want to eat peacefully, you know,” I continue saying. Trying to sound like ‘I’m doing this not for you but for my own sake.’

He is visibly befuddled with my grumblings and tells me to just sit down and eat.

“The soup will get cold,” he reasons out.

“We can heat it later and it’ll be warm again, unlike your body pain which will worsen every second that will pass,” I snap back.

“I see. A nurse at work.”

“You can say it that way.”

The ‘wonder’ green serum finally shows up and I walk towards Tae Yoon, stopping at the back of his chair.

“I think I can do it myself.”

He tries to stand up but I interrupted him, pushing his shoulders down gently as I can.

“Just sit still and take off your shirt.”

He looks up at me with burrowed eyebrows.