Conrad finally picked up on Dustin's odd behavior.

I took a sip of water, "You should probably ask him about that... and well, I'm not really in the mood for anyone right now."

His expression was indifferent, "You don't have to keep reminding me."

"I'm just stating the facts," I said, coughing twice. Conrad patted my back gently.

"Does Ernest have no clue about your ordeal?" Conrad's question hit a nerve.

Cupping the mug, the warmth of the water chased away the chill in my body, but it couldn't dispel the coldness settled in my heart, "He came, and then he left."

Conrad didn't push further. I handed him the cup, "I'm tired, gonna catch some sleep."

As I lay down, Conrad just sat there silently. I had a fever, my eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and just before I drifted off, I heard Conrad say, "You never seemed this hurt when we broke up." Why bring that up now?

But what he said was true, breaking up with him didn't tear me up inside like this.

"Maybe because you were a slow pain, I became numb to it," I mumbled, turning over and slipping into a deep sleep.

The smell of delicious food woke me up. My eyes fluttered open to see Conrad sitting at the bedside, engrossed in his phone, so much so that he didn't notice I was awake.

food container on the nightstand, I tried

and bruises on my body made me gasp in pain, thwarting

Conrad immediately dropped his phone and rushed over, "You're awake, why didn't you call

hungry," I said, cutting to

"Knew it, you're always hungry when you wake up from being sick, just like old times. Whenever you caught a cold or had a fever, the first thing you'd do

joke, "A cold or fever isn't really being sick; it's just an excuse to eat without

spoke, he checked my forehead with his hand,

wet wipe for my hands and opened the food

to ask, it was

ten years

didn't love

one thing

to

cheese sandwich, and apple pie-every item was

since Ernest and I split, I hadn't

lacked that home-cooked flavor, specifically, the

spoiled me with his cooking, and now he had left me to

me feel a mix of

isn't from the restaurant; my mom made it," Conrad's words caught

flood.

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