Silas's POV
As we were eating, suddenly—
"Silas, what happened to your hand? Why is there a bandage on it?" Atlas asked.
My attention also went to the bandage, and then I remembered—the bite mark.
That's why the doctor applied the bandage. I hadn't taken it off yet since the mark hadn't disappeared.
"It's just a scratch, nothing to worry about," I said.
"Silas, let me see," Nekol insisted.
But I shook my head and continued eating. We ate so much, and by the afternoon, we finally reached home.
After a while, Nekol suddenly got a call from his family, who live out of town. They needed him back immediately, so he had to leave.
"I already called Mr. Damon, and he gave me a week off, but I'm more worried about you, Silas," Nekol said.
"I'm not a kid, Nekol, so don't worry about me."
"Atlas, take good care of Silas for a week, okay?"