“You know very well why I came…” I reminded him, biting my lip. I was attacked by my conscience because I only came here today to hand in my resignation letter. And I did not expect to see him like this.
“I will call your doctor…” I spoke again because he didn’t answer me. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady.
"Leon, can you hear me?" I asked, louder this time, my voice trembling even though I was trying to conceal it. His eyes flickered open again, glazed and unfocused. He tried to speak, but his voice was weak and hoarse.
"I... I'm fine," he managed to croak out before a fit of coughing overtook him.
"You're not fine," I said firmly, my worry deepening. "You have a high fever. You need help."
Ignoring his feeble protests, I quickly moved to the small kitchenette at the
