It was a day like any other, except that Ajaw was next to Kinich, in bed, who had broken his leg. And the pain for the young man did not improve, on the contrary. It only seemed to get worse. And Ajaw didn't help much either, as he kept insulting and annoying him.

"Seriously, why didn't you also break your neck instead of just your leg?" Ajaw teased him.

At that silence from the boy, Ajaw said: "What's wrong, aren't you answering like you usually do?"

"Can we argue later? I don't have the energy to even bother arguing with you right now." Kinich said, gritting his teeth.

At that point Ajaw felt a strange sensation. Could it be that he was worried about Kinich? Him? Impossible...