“But I’m the patient.”

Deirdre’s cheeks burned slightly when she heard Kyran talk in a serious manner. Biting her lower lip, she rebutted, “Don't make excuses. It's not like you can't move your mouth.”

“I like it when you feed me. It was soft, and it smelled good.”

Deirdre felt so embarrassed upon hearing the mechanical voice of the phone. She turned, intending to walk away, but Kyran pulled her back smilingly. “Alright, I’ll stop messing with you.”

When Deirdre sat down, Kyran asked, “Why were you crying when I was pushed out?”

“I did?” Deirdre was startled as she couldn’t remember at all.

“Your eyes were red,” replied Kyran.

Deirdre immediately recalled the reported news and the person who took a photo of her, and her face turned pale. Trying to force herself to regain her composure, she lowered her head and said, “I was just too worried about you.”

“Oh dear, why were you so worried? Didn’t I tell you that I’d be fine?”

Deirdre smiled, but her eyes became empty.

Though Kyra