217 Yes, I Am Spoiled. So What? 33

As expected, the next few weeks were filled with sick visitations. Slowly and surely, her room was filled with fruits and presents and the occasional drops of tears. Avina had her hand full comforting each and every one of them. Honestly, what made her most tired wasn't her illness but her hands.

'My hands are about to fall off…' Avina complained as she landed herself in her bed. The exhaustion had taken a hold of her soul, leaving her an empty husk of nothing.

'What did you do with them?' 5025 asked as it rolled into her embrace. It rubbed against her hands seeking pats.

'Give people pats like I do for you.' Avina gently stroked 5025's head, helplessly dealing with the tinge of pain spreading across her head. 

5025 looked up and blinked adorably. 'Then, only give them to me. Your hands won't hurt anymore.'

Avina laughed and tickled its chin. A small, genuine smile forming on her face. 'But they hurt right now.'