SEVENTY FIVE

~LEO POV~

When my eyes opened to the dimly lit room, I saw my dad sitting on the floor with his head placed on my bed and his hand holding mine firmly. I raised my head slightly to look around my room, as I remembered it was a mess before, but everything was cleaned; the glass was no longer on the floor, and the water had dried up.

Even though my room had become tidy, I panicked, thinking dad must have sent one of our workers to do this only to see the brush and dustpan still in the room.

I looked down at my feet, which I had hurt to see were now bandaged with the first aid box still in the room.

Father felt my movement and had soon woken up. “Son,” he said, letting go of my head as he went on to check my body to see if I was in any way feeling feverish.

“I am fine, dad,” I said, trying to put my feet on the ground.

“Be careful; I spoke to Doctor Benedict, and he said you should take this medicine for now,” Dad said as he pointed at it on the table with a covered glass of water.

“Dad,