The Vicktor's Narration -1

Michelangelo took out two pyjamas. He wore one and thenchanged Renata’s clothes. He didn’t want her to sleep in clothes that were dosed with fumes. He didn’t feel like eating anything. He wanted to sleep next to Renata, snuggle with her, but kept his distance. He lay down on the sofa and with his arm on his eyes, slept for the night.

He could not sleep well. His sleep was a light one that night. He was scared that anyone might barge in at any time and he would have to be alert to protect Renata. There was no place to even shift to sides, he had to lay on his back. The next moment he heard the cocking of a gun and he sat up straight.

“You!! How?” Michelangelo was shocked. He could swear that every door, every window was locked yet Vicktor was standing before him with a gun in his hand.

“What the hell do you think you are doing? Why is my team sleeping in your house? Not sleeping, by the looks of it, they are unconscious,” asked Vicktor.

“I had to do that. For their safety and my safety