Chapter 19

Silhouette "Sister, is my recovery more effective when I lose my hair?" I bit his lower lip as the razor continued to run over his head. I smiled bitterly. "Yeah, so you should be nice, huh?" He nodded quickly and thumbs up. "I'm kind, sister! Whatever the doctor asks me to do, I'll do it, because I'm a good boy!" I looked away when I felt a tear on my cheek. I quickly wiped the tear from my cheek before stroking his bald head. "Oh, there you go, you're bald," I said laughing and facing him in the mirror. He smiled broadly before stroking his head. "I'm still handsome, sister!" I mocked him. "You're really handsome, you're a pet goddess, eh." He got up from his seat and hugged me on the waist, I quickly sat down so he could be level. "When I'm healed, sister, I promise, I'll give you lots of medals!" smiling he promised. I clenched my fist. "I don't need that, Pow. Just get well, I'm fine there." "Don't be sad, sister, my strength is so strong," he said frowning. I didn't say a word, I