(Arata)
The pain seared through me, but I was thankful that I hadn't blacked out or who knew what bones I might have ended up breaking.
The Icy Hercules broke down the door just to get to me. I felt trapped in a movie with a male protagonist who bordered on grey and red.
His nostrils flared, and rage made his eyes lose all lustre when I told him I almost blacked out.
He tried to hide it but he was pissed. He had been telling me nonstop that I needed to eat properly.
But he wasn't in my position. He didn't understand, no matter what I tried to do, I couldn't eat anymore. Food tasted like dust, and I had just lost the passion for food.
And then he brought the First Aid Box, ready to play my personal doctor. I tried to persuade him that I didn't need him to do it, but the pain was increasing, and my ankle seemed to have been set on fire.