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.

she couldn't hold

of your mind, wearing sunglasses

just pursed his lips,

to wonder if the fever had cooked

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

flopped onto her bed, she heard Felix's footsteps heading towards the

quit fussing and wash

Felix as he took his clothes

thought, if he freezes, it's his own

hairdryer emanated from

you lost it, blow-drying

couldn't be

—

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

a deep breath, returned to bed, and