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?"

dazed to even realize he

in the next moment, he lifted me into his

feel even more so,

placed me on the couch, quickly scanning the room before asking, "Where are your

him mentioning it, I hadn't even realized I was barefoot, my

of resignation in his eyes, Ernest got up, went to my bedroom, and returned with my slippers to

I replied, changing

paused, slightly taken aback, then went to get me water, only to

he picked

where he was taking me; somehow, I felt no

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

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

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

his presence, I just opened my shirt and tucked the thermometer under

he offered me the

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

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