"You think I wouldn't know what happened while I was out cold?"

Pien’s words were met with my stern response.

"Pien. Of course, I wouldn’t know. I was asleep, wasn’t I?"

"..."

With a sigh, Pien cast her gaze into the distance, her expression unreadable, before turning to me with cold, tired eyes.

"It was such a peaceful two weeks."

"Two weeks? Oh, my. That’s exactly how long I’ve been unconscious. Pien, what have you been up to while I was suffering in a coma, having fun all by yourself?"

"Suffering, you say? Lying in bed while people waited on you hand and foot doesn’t exactly scream suffering."

"Wait a second!"

Suddenly, a realization hit me like a bolt of lightning. I turned to Pien, my face a mix of shock and confusion.@@novelbin@@

"What now? Are you hurt somewhere?"

"No, not that. Pien, you just said I was out for two weeks, right?"

"Yes. Why? Did something important happen? If so, you should tell me now. It might not be too late."

"No, not that either. But... if I was unconscious for two weeks, that means I didn’t eat or drink anything during that time. How am I even alive?"

Pien covered her face with both hands, though given her petite frame, one would’ve sufficed.

"Am I an idiot? I know it’s pointless to worry, and yet I keep—"

"Love is stronger than hate, they say."

Pien glanced at me with an exasperated look, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Fine, go ahead. Let it all out. You’ve had two weeks to bottle it up; it must be unbearable."

"Pien, anyone hearing you would think I’m expelling some kind of toxic waste."

"They’d be absolutely right."

Pien stared wistfully into the past.

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