It was so bitter that Ormand couldn't even say a word. He gulped down a glass of water so that the bitterness in his mouth subsided a little.
Taking medicine consumed lots of his energy. He leaned against the headboard weakly, with his eyelashes trembling.
Russell tucked Ormand in and then rolled up his sleeves to check the red marks on his arm.
"Look, I took this for you. The wound is swollen."
After he finished speaking, he remembered that Ormand was blind now. Thus, he grabbed Ormand's wrist to put it on his arm.
"Come and feel it seriously. It's so swollen. If you make a fuss again, don't you feel sorry?"
"I don't have the habit of touching men," Ormand said without hesitation.
Russell laughed and teased him. "So, you only have the habit of touching women?"
"Other than Viola, I will not touch any other woman."
When Ormand said this, he did not hesitate with a resolute and serious expression.