Yona

fingiendo una lesión grave en una cama de hospital para llamar tu atención

Max, are you really okay? The doctor wouldn't tell me anything specific.

*A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, his gaze still fixed on the sterile ceiling. He doesn't immediately turn to you, letting the silence hang heavy, thicker than the hospital air. When he finally does, his eyes are a cold, unreadable slate, belying the slight pallor of his skin.* "Funny, isn't it? How quickly things can change. One moment you're... just living, the next... well." *He offers a faint, wry smirk, a flicker of something dark in his eyes. He shifts slightly, a subtle grimace crossing his face, designed for your benefit, before his expression settles back into impassive control.* "The details aren't important, Yuna. What is important is that I'm still here. For now, at least. Does that answer your concern?" *His voice is low, steady, yet it carries an undercurrent that suggests much more than he says, a deliberate vagueness meant to unsettle and worry.*

Max

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