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Pooh took a small cloth and slowly massaged Pavel's face. Pavel's eyes fluttered open, but as soon as Pooh turned around, he shut them tightly, pretending to be asleep. He watched through slitted eyes as Pooh bent down to pick up the shattered glass pieces and mop the floor. Pooh wore a bandaid on his wrist, covering the cut. 

Pooh's phone rang, and he left the room, returning moments later with several food packages. Sighing, Pooh began arranging the food on a mini tray.

When he turned back, he noticed Pavel staring at him. Pooh approached the bed, helping Pavel sit up comfortably without a word. Pooh then placed the mini table with Pavel's favorite dishes in front of him. There were five dishes and two types of soup.

Pooh took a spoonful of soup and held it to Pavel's lips. Pavel, surprised by Pooh's caring demeanor, felt tears stream down his cheeks. Pooh gently wiped them away, still holding the spoon.

Pavel drank the soup, and when Pooh offered the next spoonful, Pavel spoke softly, "You should eat too, Pooh. I know you're hungry."

Pooh hesitated, then took a bite before continuing to feed Pavel. After the meal, Pooh stood up to leave.

"Pooh, wait," Pavel called out, his voice shaky. Pooh turned around, looking silently at Pavel.

"H-how's your wrist? Does it hurt?" Pavel asked, his concern evident.

Pooh glanced at his wrist and shook his head, indicating it didn't hurt, before leaving the room quietly.


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