Caleb’s Apartment
Adeline's POV
"How are you feeling?" I asked, setting my things down before walking over to the bed. Caleb was huddled under a thick blanket, his lips pale and his face looking so haggard he looked like he was at death's door.
In this state, he should have been at the doctor’s, not lying here alone in his apartment.
"Hey, you're burning up," I noted, sitting on the edge of the bed and touching his forehead, then his arms and body. "I think it’s better if I take you to the hospital."
"No... not going," he rasped, his voice incredibly hoarse. "I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"
"Your voice is so wrecked. Does your throat hurt too? Here, drink some water first." I grabbed a water bottle from the bedside table and handed it to him.
"Yeah," he murmured, taking the b
