Xinyu returned to Minho, who was still watching over Zayn.
— Ah, you're back. What's your name, by the way ? We didn't even get the chance to introduce ourselves properly. I'm Minho.
— Yes, that's true. Nice to meet you, I'm Xinyu. Are you staying here ?
— No, I have to go. My mom is waiting for me.
— Can't you ask her if you can stay the night ? I'd like you to stay by his side, just in case.
— It's not that simple, unfortunately. But don't worry, I've noted down all the possible side effects and what to do in those cases. You'll also need to make sure he stays hydrated. He's not in danger, so all of this is just precautionary, nothing to worry about. After two days, he won't need surveillance. I'll come every day to take care of his injuries and make sure something like this doesn't happen again. He should fully recover in a week or two, I think.
— Thanks, that's great work ! By the way, why are you doing all this ? Do you know him ?
— No, I met him three days ago. I'm not sure why but if you had the chance, wouldn't you try to save as many people as possible ? Isn't that human nature ?
— I think you're underestimating yourself. Most people would've turned a blind eye and gone on with their life, saying it's not their problem.
— And you, what would you have done ?
— Me ?… He looked down with an unreadable expression. I would have helped him too, of course.
— That's good to hear, Minho was reassured. Well, I have to go now. Anastasia keeps calling me, haha.
— Is she your girlfriend ? Xinyu said with a mischievous smile.
— What ? No, not at all, he blushed. We're not there yet.
— Good luck, then, Xinyu teased.
— Th... thanks.
— Ah ! I almost forgot, don't tell anyone about this place.
— I already guessed that. You can count on me.
"He inspires a lot more trust than those two idiots. But they're not so bad after all."
Four hours later, Zayn finally woke up. Xinyu had stayed by his side and explained the whole situation.
Zayn was completely lost. He tried to get up, but Xinyu stopped him.
— No, you need to rest.
— I don't understand anything.
— It's fine. Right now, we need to talk about something more serious. Xinyu wore a terrifying expression.
Zayn swallowed hard.
— What is it ?
— Can you cook ?
— If you cook for us and it's good, you can stay as long as you want.
— That's not very fair, is it ? I risked my life to save your friend and you're putting conditions ?
— I'm really sorry. But please, Stacy's cooking is a disaster, and the two new girls aren't much better. You're my last hope.
Zayn sighed deeply.
— I can say I have a few talents in the kitchen.
— Thank you, thank you…
Xinyu had tears in his eyes.
"Well, she must really be terrible at cooking if he's in this state."
"Even though everything seems to be back to normal, I have this feeling that nothing has really changed. Like someone still needs my help..."
Zayn closed his eyes, tired.
"Maybe I'm overthinking it after all."