Darryl put on an uncaring expression at the look on her face, grinning as she asked, "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know."
Darryl stretched on the chair he was sitting in. "I'm going to have to get some rest, then."
Rest?
Simone stopped short. "Why? Make the pill now, you must!" She could clearly sense that the poison was increasing in intensity in her body by the second.
Darryl let out a breath, speaking in a false tone. "I wish I could too, you know. It's just that all those Goldnail Scorpions really did a number on my body, and you won't massage me… all I can do is rest to ease my body."
Simone was beside herself with panic at the words.
The pain from the fire poison was practically unbearable, and she hardly had any time to wait for Darryl to rest.
"Fine!"
Simone eventually nodded, biting her lip as she walked over to Darryl before placing her hands onto his shoulders and beginning to massage him slowly.
To tell the truth, she did not want to do so at all.
Yet she had no choice. The fire poison was growing by the second in her body, and she felt as if she was going to catch fire any moment.
"Are you feeling better?" Simone asked as she dug her fingers into Darryl's back.
She hardly cared about him; all she wanted was for him to get on with the pill-making.
"Mmm!"
Darryl squinted his eyes. "It's alright. Could use a little more force."
Simone was annoyed to no end at the words.
Yet she still held back her indignance, rubbing in harder as she bit her lip. "How about this?"
Darryl nodded, his expression one of nothing but ease. He then pointed to his legs. "Okay, enough on the shoulders. My legs are a little numb now, you can rub them for me…"
"You…"
Simone went scarlet at his audacity. "Are you trying to die…"
Darryl was not panicked in the slightest. "Well. Do you want that Chilly Marrow Pill, or not?"
Simon had no choice then but to kneel in front of Darryl and begin to massage his legs.
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