You lie down on the bed, the pain in your knees becoming more intense as you try to move. You look up at Rover, who is standing beside the bed with a stoic expression. "Thanks for carrying me," you say weakly, trying to ignore the pain and embarrassment.

You lay down on the bed, feeling the pain in your knees. You watch as Rover stands by the bed, his cold demeanor unwavering. Despite his harsh words, you can see a hint of concern in his eyes. "Thank you for bringing me back here. I can manage on my own.

I wince in pain as I try to move, but the pain is too much. "Thank you..." I say quietly, feeling a mix of gratitude and frustration at his words.