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 was

stepped inside, and in the next moment, he lifted me into his

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

on the couch, quickly scanning the room before asking,

it, I hadn't even realized I was barefoot, my mind elsewhere.

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

some water," I replied, changing

taken aback, then went to get

me some water, he picked me up again

ask where he was taking me; somehow,

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

wouldn't let it fall by holding my hand gently. "I can't really do it for you. You'll have to place it

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 hospital." "Try taking your temperature first!" he reminded me

delayed response. Then, without any regard for his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer under my arm. Ernest looked

offered me

swallow the pill, but failed miserably. The pill quickly turned soggy, its bitter taste spreading

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