"Drake, are you sure you're awake?" Kayder hesitated before leaving to ask Drake one last time.
"Five seconds, get out of here, or..." Drake hadn't finished his sentence before he heard hurried footsteps followed by a loud slamming of the door. He smirked, Kayder is like that, never obeying common sense, always waiting for him to threaten time, then he will work productively.
Kayder was gone, Drake looked up at the bed, the girl was still lying with her eyes closed, her face still red from the fever that had not yet subsided. He walked over without hesitation, decisively pulled her blanket off, grabbed the first aid bag and roughly pulled up her nightgown, revealing small wounds all over her body. It was all his fault, but he didn't feel any remorse, or mourn for her body.