Wounded (1)

"Alfred," Alessandra tapped his shoulder to wake him. Alfred had fallen asleep by the door waiting for Edgar to return.

"Alessandra," Alfred opened his eyes. "You should be sleeping by now. What time is it?" He looked around for the clock.

"I could say the same for you. I am going to bed soon. I just came to make sure you also go to bed. I am sure that Edgar is fine and he will return home soon. You should get some rest, Alfred. This chair is uncomfortable," Alessandra said, disliking how uncomfortable he looked in the chair. "I will only go to bed if you go to bed."

"That is evil of you, Alessandra. You know that I want you to get some rest. Alright," Alfred stood up.

"You cannot come back out here when you think I have fallen asleep," Alessandra said, seeing right through what Alfred intended to do.