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

you out of your mind, wearing sunglasses in

just pursed his

began to wonder if the fever had cooked his

got out first, quickly entering the house to swap her shoes in the foyer, yawning from exhaustion.

bed, she heard Felix's footsteps heading towards the closet - probably to get his pajamas

the morning, quit fussing and wash it after you

came from Felix as he took his clothes to

too tired to argue, Carol thought, if he

hairdryer emanated from the bathroom,

you lost it, blow-drying your hair at this ungodly

she couldn't be sure, it seemed his lips

—

and his hair had turned grimy, with a lingering alcohol scent from being wiped down. Now, he smelled fresh

Carol's anger subsided.

it, for the sake of

a deep breath, returned