Feel Worried
The sun was now getting higher and higher. Clara, who was on Mr. K's sofa bed, now stretched a little and blinked her eyes slowly.
"Eughh," groaned Clara as she rubbed her eyes, petals softly.
Clara's eyes, which was already open clearly, now glanced at Mr. K's bed.
Mr. K looks still calm in his bed.
'Ah ... it turns out he's still asleep.' Monologue Clara in mind.
Clara sat herself down, got up from her place, and stepped her foot toward Mr. K's bed.
"If you look like this, you look much calmer and look— uh what's wrong with this hand .." said Clara as she looked at Mr. K, who looked calm in his sleep ended with a little panic when Clara's eyes accidentally stared at Mr. K's hand who looked slightly bruised was covered by half of his blanket
Feeling an oddity in Mr. K, with doubt and worry, Clara lifted Mr. K's blanket a little.
Suddenly Clara covered her mouth with her hand.