"I'm not saying I'm the boss of you. I'm saying I'm just making sure you don't hurt anyone or yourself while we wait for Jeb's next move." the girl said. Griffin stared at her for more than three minutes; deep in his thoughts before he finally replied. "I'm not going to hurt myself," He muttered as he looked down to fidget with his fingers. "I'm not that messed up in the head.
"I told you I can't leave you in here alone. I was ordered not only to take care of your wounds but to keep an eye on you. I won't say anymore. I won't touch you or come near you but I have to stay in here."
Azalea didn't respond as if there was no point in arguing anymore. The room was silent for the time being. No on talked, no one moved. It felt like another hour or so had passed by before Azalea gave out a yawn, and curled herself into a ball; shivering from the cold as she did so. She was more than exhausted for the day; she was worn out. She pondered at ways that might succeed to her escape from that place before she dozed off to sleep.