She turned her head and saw that he was squeezing her hand so tightly that his finger bones were turning white.

"Well, my hand... hurts." She moved her hand.

Toru Amuro seemed to be brought back from his thoughts by her words, and he quickly let go of her hand, stuffed it back into the quilt, and then pulled the quilt up to cover her.

Furukawa Kumisa looked at his somewhat stiff movements and cleared his throat to break the calm: "How long have I... been asleep?"

Toru Amuro paused and tried to answer her in a normal tone: "Eight days."

so long?

In fact, before regaining control of his body, Furukawa Kumisa had no concept of time. He was just floating in some mysterious world of thoughts, bargaining with the system.

She took a deep breath and immediately wanted to hold herself up: "Eight days?!"

But the sudden big movement involved the wound on her chest. She turned pale in pain and fell back again.

"Don't move!" Toru Amuro's expression changed when he saw her big move, and he quickly stretched out his hand to help her lie down.

Furukawa Kumisa's recovery power is amazing, but he won't be able to completely recover from the gunshot wound in his chest just after waking up.

This time it hurt so much that my eyes turned black and I couldn't help but gasp.

"You, you...I, I will call a doctor for you right now..."

The way Toru Amuro looked at her was that he was unusually at a loss and almost hurriedly tried to ring the bell for her.

"No, no, no need!" Furukawa Kumisa quickly stretched out his hand to hold him down, "It's not a big problem, I'm really fine."

Toru Amuro held her hand with his backhand, but she calmed down: "Really, really...?"

Furukawa Kumisa suddenly laughed: "I haven't seen you for a few days, why do you stutter?"

Toru Amuro's flustered and even clumsy look was very rare. It was far different from his usual strategizing and calm look, which made Furukawa Kumi laugh out loud.

Toru Amuro noticed his loss of composure, his eyes drifted, and he coughed lightly, "Ahem... I haven't slept well in the past two days, I'm a bit... tired."

Only then did Furukawa Kumisa notice the dark circles under his eyes - mainly because the color almost blended into his skin color, and it was almost invisible if you didn't distinguish them carefully.

She looked at his expression and knew that "two days" was already a euphemism. She probably hadn't slept well for several days.

There was something in her heart: "These past few days...have you been here with me?"

Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment, closed his eyes and shook his head: "It's not me, it's Gin."

Furukawa Kumisa:……

Toru Amuro didn't notice Furukawa Kumisa's inexplicable silence, and when he spoke again, his tone was a little low: "You blocked a shot for him, and he has been with you since that night, except when he went back to the organization...to deal with some things."

Furukawa Kumisa almost wanted to close his eyes and refused to face the reality: "Does everyone in the organization know that I blocked the gun for him?"

Her words were word by word, which made Amuro feel some unusual meaning: "...isn't it?"

Furukawa Kumisa: Of course it’s not the horse rider!! I want to give him a shot!!!

But it was impossible to explain it in front of people in the organization, and she couldn't explain it either.

Furukawa Kumisa sighed, feeling very tired: "...he just said so..."

Toru Amuro:...What kind of answer is this?

Furukawa Kumisa took his hand out of Amuro Toru's: "...Anyway, seeing as you look very tired these days, go back and rest early. I'm fine."

Toru Amuro subconsciously shook his empty hand, then pursed his lips and held onto the railing beside the bed: "Can I...sleep here?"

Furukawa Kumisa: “…………Ah??”

He sighed, pinched his eyebrows, and didn't know how to explain to her: "...I haven't had much rest these past few days, it's just..."

It was rare that Bourbon, who was always eloquent, was so overwhelmed. Furukawa Kumisa looked at his miserable state and thought that he was too tired to move and just wanted to find a place to rest.

She sighed: "Then where will you sleep?"

She couldn't give him her bed, could she? Even if she wanted to, she couldn't move now.

She thought for a while, twisted her body and moved to the side, leaving half of the bed free: "Come up."

Fortunately, the bed in this ward is big enough, and she can't sleep in such a big place alone.

Toru Amuro was stunned for a moment: ...His original intention was just to lie beside her bed for a while.

All the various tubes and instruments on her body have been removed, and he won't crush her even if he sleeps on the bed.

Toru Amuro looked at Furukawa Kumisa's normal expression, hesitated for a while, and then lay down.

He only slept on a very narrow spot on the edge of the big bed, staying far away from her to ensure that he would not touch her wounds: "If I press you, push me awake."

Furukawa Kumisa smiled and said, "I understand, go to sleep."

Almost instantly, Toru Amuro lost his voice. Listening to his gentle breathing, Furukawa Kumisa slowly turned over.

"Host, why do you want him to stay?"

Furukawa Kumisa looked at the ceiling and was slightly lost in thought, then sighed: "Maybe it's because... he cried."

The moment she woke up, she clearly saw the tears in his eyes.

He was obviously such a cruel and heartless person, but he almost shed tears at that moment.
Chapter completed!