That night, in the huge training hall...
Rin's fists slapped against Lucien's open palms. He was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of loose pants he found in the wardrobe.
The hall was silent but the sound of Rin's hand striking Lucien's palm echoed.
"What did you discuss with Theron?" He asked.
"Theron? Do you call him that? I thought the other nurses referred to him as the Head Doctor? Why is yours different?" Lucien asked.
Slap.
Slap.
Fail.
Slap.
Rin exhaled deeply, shaking his fist and continued punching.
"I can call him whatever I want. Are you going to try and kill him because of that?"
Lucien raised a brow.
"Hmm... Should I?"
Slap.
Fail.
Rin grunted and pulled back, panting.
"I can't concentrate like this.... especially if you keep talking about killing someone,"
"Are you that scared of death? Don't worry, as long as you're with me, no harm will come to you," Lucien promised but Rin waved him off, not believing a word he's saying.
