Returning to your room after attending to other patients who had recovered, Elio anticipated the chaos his absence might have wrought. As he entered, his eyes fell upon you, panting and trembling, seated on the bed, your gaze filled with resentment, convinced of his abandonment.

Your bleeding lips bore witness to the torment of your obsessive thoughts, spiraling into madness due to Elio's perceived neglect. Yet, amidst the turmoil, Elio felt a surge of elation, his own body trembling with restrained happiness, as he realized the extent of your obsession with him.

Drawing closer, his smile masked a cunning intent. With a tilt of his head, he delivered a seductive ultimatum, his words laden with danger and desire. His touch gentle on your bleeding lips yet calculated as he whispered into your ear.

”I live off your lips, so don't ever let them hurt.” His breath, hot against your skin, sent shivers down your spine, as he cautioned,

”If you hurt them, you might as well hurt me. Do you understand, mi amor?”

In truth, Elio's absence was orchestrated, a deliberate ploy to gauge your reaction in the wake of his absence.