Zwetta's first promise

"Don't wake up!" 

Christian who was trying to lift his head, immediately turned to his right side.

"You're still not allowed to leave this bed." Zwetta, who had been patiently waiting for Christian for more than five hours, spoke softly. "Your body hasn't fully recovered yet."

"Where am I?"

Zwetta pursed her lips. "Hospital."

"I'm still in the hospital? Why should I..ouuchhh..."

"You're really stubborn," Zwetta grumbled, annoyed, like a professional nurse, Zwetta then checked the IV tube attached to the back of Christian's hand which was accidentally pulled by Christian who wanted to touch his head just a moment ago. "Fortunately the needle didn't come off."

Christian finally managed to remember all the events that happened to him when he just got out of the hotel.

"You got three stitches on your left arm, maybe that's what makes you feel uncomfortable right now," Zwetta said quietly.

"Three stitches?"