Dreams, Reality, and Nightmares.
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Even with her building curiosity about what the note and the flower were all about, Elliana decided to just let it be and focus on healing herself. However, to her dismay, the fever she has isn’t like the others she felt for the past centuries she’s alive- she can’t recuperate at the same speed she had when she’s wounded or experiencing a little cold.
“Can you cook?” she asked as she looked at Vincent who just finished checking her temperature. No. “Yeah.” He said, lying right at her as he stood up and put the thermometer back at the drawer beside her bed. “It’s just an easy task.”
Seeing his confidence when he spoke, Elliana couldn’t help but just chuckle as she close her eyes to give herself some rest. “Make me a good porridge, vampire chef.” W
