Going on a hunt
"Are you going on the hunt with us?" Bel asked during one of her numerous visits to my room.
Most times, I have this hunch that she's one of those people who cling to others and refused to remove their claws.
"No. I'm still recuperating."
"But you are fully healed. I just checked your pulse, and everything is normal."
"My pulse is normal, but I'm not. Don't disturb me, I'm still recuperating." I rose from the bed, "do you think it's easy to have a head-on with the creatures of the abyss and live to tell the tale?"
"Creatures of the abyss?" Bel gasped. "Are they real? I thought most people call them mystical creatures?"
"That's for those who haven't seen such hideous creatures. Wait a minute," I turn to her. "Does this mean I've not told you about this?"
"No. Most of the days, I end up being the one doing the Talking. Most of the time, you are always on the bed, lamenting on your ill fortune."