Hypnotize

The dim lights in the room had just been turned off, the fresh scent of Lavender extract still wafting through every corner of the luxurious room. Without forgetting anything, Theophile walked to a large window in the room, opening the curtains that blocked the light from entering the room freely. Theophile’s room did face the eastern horizon just where the sun would rise every time for him, even though he doesn’t really like the sun he keeps it open and lets the healthy light shroud the space, he realized that Lavelle did need some sunlight to get well soon.

The IV line looked a little loose so Theophile had to call Jessica and take Doctor Charlotte to his room while he would go clean himself and then go get ready— a food that must have been easy enough to digest when she wasn’t feeling that well anyway. Theophile thought that the internal injuries must have made it difficult for Lavelle to move her entire injured body here and there.

"Where do you want to go?" asked Lavelle quietly.

"I'm going to the kitchen."

Without waiting any longer, Theophile left in front of Lavelle who was still having her IV line justified by Doctor Charlotte that morning, down dozens of stairs to the special kitchen next to the dining room, the chefs greeted Theophile's arrival very awkwardly and felt embarrassed—even so Theophile didn’t felt that he had gone to the special kitchen only to scold them for being late in making breakfast that morning.

He immediately went to get a bag of rice that was on the storage shelf, then swiftly took a pan and boiled the rice in thick coconut milk that was still freshly squeezed. After half-cooked Theophile put the liquid chicken stock that was previously going to be made into Barosette soup, like a chef from the future Theophile didn’t hesitate to cut some tomatoes that were still freshly picked by one of the waiters into a few cubes and put them into the mixture, the chicken porridge.

Shredded fried chicken, a piece of celery, a sprinkling of fried onions and a few pinches of black pepper were added, creating a strange smell that stimulated the nostrils of everyone in the room. A medium-sized bowl was taken, filled with the porridge mixture—without forgetting to ask another chef to prepare a glass of warm cow’s milk.

He went upstairs to hand the chicken porridge to Lavelle who was still sick—on his way upstairs he met Yonathan who was nowhere to be found because he was wearing a very tight tracksuit.

“Hi… how is Lavelle doing? Did she wake up from her stupor? Your baby-to-be are doing well, right?” said Yonathan.

“He’s fine, even I made sure that he was able to go through the healing process in a short time.” Theophile answered simply.

“Thank goodness it’s like that, Brother Theophile.”

“By the way where are you going?”

“I’ll be riding around town. I don’t know, I just wanted to do a little patrol to make sure everything was safe from enemy attacks.”

“Who did you go out with?” asked Theophile then.

“Me, Hendery, Wynsley and Xaelovato.”

“Are you just the four of you? I hope you guys can patrol well and in a coherent manner. Because I can’t help you guys do that.”

Yonathan smiled meaningfully. “I see, now Big Brother Theophile only needs to take care of Lavelle and your baby-to-be, right? Haven’t we always been taught to cooperate with each other?”

“Go ahead, I’ll be praying from home for your success.”

***

Lavelle ate Theophate's porridge slowly maybe even just a spoonful because her body was really hard to deal with, her whole body felt very sore and painful. Theophile took a deep breath as often as possible, regretting her stupidity for not immediately taking Lavelle to a city full of love where in the end Lavelle went alone with Mark.

He wasn’t blaming his for being too weak to protect Lavelle however, Mark was also at fault for leaving without bringing a lot of bodyguards—that was quite reckless.

“ould you like a drink?” asked Theophile.

Lavelle nodded resignedly, and then Theophile got Lavelle a glass of mineral water.

“Next time don’t be like this, you’re making me worry. Euphorious are so cruel, you could die at their hands,” Theophile grumbled.

“I don’t get it,” Lavelle whispered.

“Please just this once, don’t make me worry more about this,” Theophile muttered, “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“How is Mark doing?” asked Lavelle with a bit of a stutter.

“He is already a little better than you are.”

“Oh my... really? Has he recovered? Are the injuries serious?” asked Lavelle again.

Theophile took a deep breath then shook his head. “Actually the wound he sustained was quite serious however, since he is a vampire the wound can still be treated with various herbal concoctions. What’s worse is you my dear, you know your wound is so bad.”

Lavelle gave a faint smile. “Nothing hurts more than this, Theo. And you understand it well.”

“I understand but, you shouldn’t say things like that because you’re going to—“

Lavelle quickly took Theophile’s hand and gripped it a little tighter even though her body ached so much all over. She just hoped that Theophile would always be there to accompany her through every pain she was going through.

“Accompany me here,” Lavelle muttered.

“I will always accompany you whatever you want, my sweetheart. But, please listen to me carefully… never go alone without a bodyguard.”

“Theo… I don’t care, I just want you here with me.”

“I will accompany you even if I have to die.”

Theophile smiled then immediately returned to feeding Lavelle little by little until she was full, because he wasn’t sure Lavelle would eat so much food when her body was sick, Daniela who came from nowhere was immediately hysterical seeing Lavelle’s condition that was so pathetic, wanted to rage but Tristan was faster quickly hypnotized the red-haired girl.

“Please calm down, I will explain what happened to Lavelle.”