Ellen wasn't afraid of him; waking up to see the once young boy in her memory transformed into the towering figure he was now, she sometimes wondered if this person was still the Eric Candi from her memories.
The two who had once been inseparable were now engulfed in the same silent room.
Each harbored their own thoughts and secrets.
Eric turned his back to her, poured medicinal powder onto his arm, and then wrapped it tightly with bandages. The blood quickly soaked through, staining the freshly replaced bandages a light red.
He expertly tied a knot, then swallowed a few anti-inflammatory and painkiller pills, finally standing up from the bed and heading to the kitchen.
About ten minutes later, he brought out two bowls of noodles. Ellen went over, and they each sat on opposite sides, eating in silence.
