Two to three days passed. After the massive storm swept through, the cliffside houses settled back into silence. Doctor Kram had departed back to the fishing village, leaving behind strict instructions and a heavy supply of medication.
The smile and the laughter Yurin shared that morning became the thing that brought Ren back to life.
The afternoon atmosphere in the bedroom was quiet. The only sound was the distant crash of the ocean waves against the rocks below.
Ren sat in the armchair beside the bed, peeling an apple. He tried to engage Yurin in a trivial conversation, hoping to train the vocal cords that had been dormant for so long.
Yurin sat propped against the large pillow. His wide eyes watched the sharp profile of the man peeling fruit. Even though he spoke very few words, a soft smile constantly graced the corners of his mouth.
Everything seemed to be moving in a hopeful direction.
Until...
Bzzzt... Bzzzt...
