Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Once you're up, you can head home. Doc says as long as the fever's down, you're good to go."

Carol's tone was nonchalant as she asked, "Can you walk on your own?"

He nodded, slowly peeling back the covers and standing up.

After days without proper food, even with IV nutrients, he felt weak.

He wanted to ask Carol for support, but considering she hadn't kicked him to the curb yet, he counted his blessings and shuffled towards the door on his own.

Carol grabbed her bag from the side and followed him.

He was moving slowly, and once inside the elevator, he caught a glimpse of his pale, almost ghostly reflection in the mirror. His lips, chapped from the fever, prompted him to unconsciously brush his hair forward, trying to hide his pallor.

In the car, Manny was driving, hesitating as if wanting to say something but ultimately staying silent.

Felix, after settling in the backseat, rummaged around and found a pair of sunglasses which he promptly put on.

Carol closed the car door and signaled for Manny to drive.

the ride, she couldn't hold

mind, wearing sunglasses in the dead

just pursed his lips,

wonder if the

to swap her shoes in the foyer, yawning from exhaustion. Felix, still weak, took

footsteps heading towards the closet - probably to get his pajamas for

in the morning, quit fussing and wash it

he took his clothes to the

but too tired to argue, Carol thought, if he freezes,

the sound of a hairdryer emanated from the bathroom, and she couldn't

have you lost it, blow-drying your hair

open the bathroom door, and though she couldn't be sure, it seemed his

—

few days had been rough – getting soaked in the rain, the hospital stay, and his hair had turned grimy, with a lingering alcohol

Carol's anger subsided.

it, for the sake of

breath, returned to bed, and