Chapter 193



It was Ernest!

He was at the door, one hand turning the knob while the other carried a bag full of spinach.

Maybe the sound of the door opening startled him; he turned, eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of me.

I stood there, almost soulless, just staring at him without uttering a word.

"Something up?" Ernest asked, snapping me back to reality. I shook my head in response.

"You sick?" he asked, setting down the bag and stepping closer.

Still halfway between sleep and wakefulness, my mouth felt too heavy to open, so I shook my head again.

A cool touch on my forehead, Ernest's hand checking my temperature, followed by his slightly stern voice, "You got a fever?"

to even realize he

and in the next moment, he lifted me into his

made me feel even more so, and instinctively, my arms wrapped around

me on the couch, quickly scanning

even realized I was barefoot,

and returned with my slippers to put them on my feet. Then, he asked,

I replied, changing

aback, then went to get me water,

some water, he picked me up again and carried me

me; somehow,

me into his room, placing me gently on the sofa before going to get some water. He then came back with a thermometer,

I wouldn't let it fall by holding my hand gently. "I can't

go of my hand, he added, "I'll get you some water. We'll start with some medicine, and if you're not better, I'll take you to the

thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked away until I was done, then fetched

he offered

swallow the pill, but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading in my mouth until couldn't bear it and

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