C37 I'm used to it if i keep spitting and spitting

In a broken little room, Aruna carried a bowl of medicinal juice to Maki Zin's side. Looking at Maki Zin who had turned over and fallen on the bed with cold sweat pouring down his forehead, he couldn't help but feel a sharp pain in his heart.

"When did he become so important to himself?" Aruna asked herself.

Aruna slowly spooned the medicine into Maki Zin's mouth and fed it to his in a big bowl