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RED'S POV

Eric understood that I did not want to hear those words. Throughout his creepy confession, I looked somewhere else. Where were those sweet nothings when I most needed it? I already got so fed up with his foul mouth and complaints that recalling a part of it made me feel sick.

"Red, how did this happen to you?"

I slowly turned my head to look at him, relieved that he changed his topic. I pointed a finger to my throat, telling him I could not speak yet. Sore throat is common in patients after extubation, and hoarseness of voice persists after a few days or even weeks.

"I see. If you're bored later, and if you're no longer tired and sleepy, we can exchange messages."

Just when he has the time to chat or exchange messages with me? I rolled my eyes, and he looked away, pretending he did not see me.

My silence probably told him that I no longer wanted his presence; he stood up and picked up his things.

"I won't stay longer. I know you need more rest."