A few days after the Student Council President election.
"Umm…"
Julius slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a familiar ceiling.
"Is… this my room?" he muttered softly.
He tried to sit up.
"Ugh…"
The moment he put weight on his left arm, sharp pain shot through his body.
"Fuck… it still hasn't healed," he cursed under his breath.
He leaned his back against the wall for support and let out a tired sigh.
"Papa… get well soon…"
A small, sleepy voice came from beside the bed.
Julius turned his head. There was Rosel, leaning against the side of the bed.
Her eyes had dark circles underneath, her face looked exhausted, and tear marks were still visible on her cheeks.
"Haa…" Julius sighed softly.
He reached out with his right hand, gently pulled her onto the bed, and held her close.
"She must be so tired…" he thought, looking at her peaceful sleeping face.
He let out another sigh and stared at the ceiling.
