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

out of your mind, wearing

just pursed his

began to wonder if the fever had cooked

out first, quickly entering the house to swap her shoes in the foyer, yawning from exhaustion. Felix, still weak, took his time with his shoes but kept the sunglasses

towards the closet -

fussing and wash it after you

Felix as he took

tired to argue, Carol thought, if he freezes, it's his

sound of a hairdryer emanated from the bathroom, and

you lost it, blow-drying your hair

be sure, it seemed his lips had been

—

in the rain, the hospital stay, and his hair had turned grimy, with a lingering alcohol scent from

Carol's anger subsided.

the sake of that

breath, returned to