Consultation

"Axe, let's get up!"

"Today is your scheduled counseling." I tried to pull Axe's hand to get him up. Instead of helping me, Axe deliberately put so much weight on his own body that I couldn't lift him up.

I sighed at his inability to move or even open his eyes. Maybe Axe had forgotten that it had been almost a week since he'd been shot, all he'd done was rest on his bed. Fortunately Axe's current condition is far from bad, it's just that he's been very lazy lately. maybe because I spoiled him too much.

"Axe, wake up quickly. Don't let me splash you with cold water!" I threatened, no longer patient with his behavior.

I quickly dragged my feet to the bathroom. I grabbed whatever was there to collect a quarter of the water from the shower. I didn't mince my words, if Axe still didn't want to wake up, I wouldn't hesitate to splash him.

My steps are definitely back to the bed. Oh, apparently my threat has full effect on Axe, who is now sitting up while rubbing his eyes repeatedly. Thankfu