The sound echoed in the grand room. She froze, mortified. She had just thrown a tantrum like a child.
"Fine, fine, I'm the silly one," Carl rasped, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. "But seriously… get over here and help me up."
Nnenna blinked, frowning. Help him up? Her heart lurched. "What's going on?" she asked, worry spiking as she jogged to his side.
"I'm sick, silly girl," Carl replied with a short laugh, only to immediately wince and clutch his side.
Nnenna's chest tightened. "It's this serious? You should lie back down, don't sit up," she scolded, already guiding him back against the pillows with more strength than her slim arms seemed to have.
"I can sit up, don't worry—"
"I'm not asking," Nnenna cut in sharply, pressing his shoulder down with surprising authority. She tucked the blankets around him like a stubborn nurse. "You'll rest properly."
Carl huffed, both amused and a little touched.
