FORTY FIVE

Acelon suddenly groaned softly and slightly moved his head which felt heavy. His two eyes, which were still slightly closed, slowly began to open slowly to adjust to the bright light that continued to stab at his retina. And slowly but surely, Acelon began to adjust to the bright light installed in his room while frowning at his hand which had been decorated by the IV needle.

"Just lay down, don't move too much."

That voice made Acelon immediately turn to the right, and immediately found Edna who was taking a glass filled with water.

"Drink some, you must be thirsty."

With Edna's help, Acelon drank the water until it was crushed while occasionally glancing at Edna who looked serious.

"What happened to me?"

“Tired, lack of sleep? Too much work... hmm, what else? Are you still living with such an unhealthy pattern? Have you been eating regularly?" Edna's scolding is noisy and annoying.

But Acelon doesn't take Edna's nagging too seriously, he only considers it as a form of Edna's