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"Father what happened to his monkey tail, does he still have it?"


"Yes, I don't know if I still have to amputate it, but I didn't want to put it away because I don't know whether it is vital for him. But if the tail doesn't heal ..."


He let the sentence fade away unfinished in the room. Myra knew what he meant by that.


"If you don't mind father I'll take care of him."Myra thought she saw a strange look in her father's eyes, but it disappeared immediately, so she thought she was wrong.


"Of course, you can do it, but then don't hang around him like a worried mother hen all day, you're still too young for that."


"But he needs my help!"


"I know, but you always take this kind of thing so seriously."


"Father, this is serious."


This ended the conversation and Myra got a hammock in which she could sleep during the care, when the man felt better.


"You know what to do and if something happens, you know where I am. Shouldn't I take care of him the first night? You have tried hard enough today, you will be tired."


"No, father, I'll be fine. If not, I'll get you."


'Oh, no, my daughter, you won't do that, you always wanted to do everything by yourself', Zandir thought to himself.Then he left the room and headed for the kitchen.




Myra suddenly startled. Something had woken her up when she heard it again, a low moan. She didn't know what it was until she suddenly remembered what had happened.


'That shouldn't have happened to me. Now if something bad had happened while I was sleeping. 'While thinking about this, she turned the light on and walked towards the bed. The man was covered in sweat and was moving restlessly in bed, muttering to himself. Myra quickly got a new bowl of cool water and wiped his face. After a while he calmed down again and she relaxed back into an armchair. Suddenly a terrible scream woke her half asleep. This was followed by a torrent of incomprehensible words. However, they were all tinged with deep hatred. She quickly opened her eyes out of habit, suspecting an attacker. However, all she saw was the man throwing himself around in bed.She got up quickly and touched the man's forehead. His fever had risen even further and he was now almost glowing with fever. Myra mumbled to herself. “Why can't I even do something right.” She bit her lip in anger as she wringed out the cloth. Now she tried to hold the tossing man and put the envelope on him. Suddenly, however, the man sat up and looked at her with wild, aggressive eyes and grabbed her by the arms and yelled at her. Myra cried out in pain, which the man grabbed very tightly, she tried to stay calm and calm him down. After a few seconds, the man fell back into unconsciousness. Myra stood frozen in front of the bed for a few minutes before a relieved sigh escaped her lips. She took the envelope that had previously been on his forehead and was now next to the bed. She renewed it and placed it back on the man's forehead. Before that, however, she put her hand on his forehead again.

"He's still glowing with fever! Hopefully it'll get better if he dies ... Oh, stop those dark thoughts, Myra! It'll go wrong!"


So the night went by, she kept replacing the envelopes without any particular improvement in his condition being noticed. Again and again the man shouted something in a language that was completely foreign to her. He must have had terrible nightmares.


In the morning her father came into the room, Myra had just dozed off and was lying with her head and arms on the bed. However, when he opened the door, she was startled again.


"Morning Myra. How are you?"


“I'm just tired, but otherwise I'm fine.” Her worried, tired look flew to Kilian. "He's still not feeling better. He had feverish dreams last night, he woke up once, but he thought I was someone else and after a while he fell back to sleep."


"He'll be fine. Don't worry.Go have breakfast and take a shower. And please lie down for a few minutes at least. "


Myra did what her father said because how knew he was right. At some point it would collapse and that would not help anyone.


Suddenly she started. "It was a strange dream. I can't remember, but it wasn't pleasant." Her gaze fixed on the clock. "Damn it already 3 pm. I'd better check on the man. My father has enough to do in the practice."


When she got downstairs, she prepared something to eat and then went over to her father.


"It's good that you're awake, Myra. I've got so much to do here, could you check on the man?"


"Yes, of course. I'll do it again from now on and I'll make you something to eat beforehand."


"Yes, thank you. I hope I'll get to eat it too," said Zandir with a smile.


Before she went to make dinner, she had a quick look in the guest room.She changed the envelope on his forehead.


'Hm ... his fever has dropped a bit, that's good.'


Then she left the room and got to work. A short time later the meal was ready and she brought it to her grateful father.


"If I did not have you…"


"I know you'd be lost then," Myra interrupted her father with a smile.


"What do we do with the man, he also needs something to eat. Otherwise he'll be even weaker."


"Try to wake him up and give him some more soup he won't be able to eat. And maybe some apple compote and maybe a mint tea to drink, which lowers the fever, or water. You'll see what he likes better anyway."


"It's good. I'll try."


She went back to work. After everything was ready she went over to the guest room. She put everything down on a small table and approached the bed. She took the envelope from him and put it back in the water.Then she began her difficult task. She wasn't sure how to start it, so she spoke to him in a low voice at first, but that didn't work properly. So she touched his shoulder lightly, but that only caused a slight, disgruntled puff.


'What do I do now. He seems to be sleeping very deeply now, it would be a shame to wake him up now. Because of an hour it doesn't matter. I won't give him anything to eat until later. Sleep is better for him now. '


She brought the things back into the kitchen and returned to the guest room. After about an hour she reheated the food and went to the guest room. The man was now restless again and she knew the right moment had now come. She was about to go over to him to wake him up when he suddenly woke up. You could tell that he was really awake now and no longer thought she was someone else. His eyes were still shining with fever, but at least he was aware of them.He said something, but when he noticed that she didn't understand him, he tried other languages, since she hadn't said anything yet, the language chip behind his right ear couldn't help him. Then the young woman said something, and fortunately his voice chip still worked, so he could now understand what she was saying.


Myra repeated what she had said again, maybe he understood her after all.


"How are you?"


'What's that to do with them? Am I the one baby! 'Such and similar were his thoughts. Since she didn't react to the sharp look he gave her, this look usually frightened off his most hardened warriors. However, she just continued to look at him friendly, worried. So he gave a disgruntled but approving grunt.


"What's your name?" asked Myra, the young man.


"What is that to you!"


"Very much, because I care for you," she answered calmly.


"I don't need any care!" Kilian snapped back.

"But my father and I see it differently. And now don't be like that. I'm Myra Briefs. Nice to meet you." With this sentence she held out her right hand to him.


He looked a little puzzled at her hand. When she noticed that he didn't know what she wanted, she said: "It's normal for us that when we meet someone we shake hands to say hello." She continued to hold out her hand until ...


"Such a stupid tradition."


"Don't you want to tell me your name so that I know what to call you?"


Thoughtfully, Kilian looked at his left hand, where his father's ring was, or at least very similar to it, and thought that his father had been killed by Freezer. His eyes darkened instantly.


"For a start the prince of the Sayajins will suffice, later after my coronation you will kindly address me with 'His Majesty'.


She looked at him puzzled. 'Does he still have feverish fantasies?'She walked up to him and grabbed his forehead before Kilian could prevent it. 'Hm ... just like before, lower than in the morning, but still high.'


"What is that supposed to do not attack me?" Kilian protested.


"Sorry, but if I am to help you then I have to touch you too." She yelled at him, because it was getting too much for her. After all, she expected gratitude and not so unkind words.


He looked at her in amazement, nobody, except maybe his father yelled at him beforehand, nobody would have dared either.


"Say you don't know how to talk to someone of my class and my power." Kilian was now completely stunned.


"In case you haven't noticed you are not here in your country or wherever you come from and so you cannot decide about me either!"


"But I could still kill you with my little finger without having to make an effort."


"Don't be so sure about that."

Kilian looked curiously at the young woman. However, he was disturbed in his contemplation when the door opened and an elderly man came in.


"Myra, what's going on here, I heard you screaming. You shouldn't upset him."


Myra sighed. "I know father, but what should I do, he's so stubborn."


"Please don't talk about me as if I weren't there. I don't allow people to talk