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.

through the ride, she couldn't

wearing sunglasses in the dead

just pursed his lips,

wonder if the fever had cooked his

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

flopped onto her bed, she heard Felix's footsteps heading towards the closet - probably to get his pajamas for a

three in the morning, quit fussing and

reply came from Felix as he took his clothes to

to argue, Carol thought, if he freezes,

a hairdryer emanated from the bathroom, and she couldn't take it

it, blow-drying your

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

—

stay, and his hair had turned grimy, with a

Carol's anger subsided.

the sake

took a deep breath, returned to bed, and drifted