He raises up his hands and scratches them against his neck, smiling nervously.
"Oh my bad, I'm so sorry about that. Please forgive me—forget I said that," he says, and I quickly shake my head before looking away from him.
"Never mind. It doesn't matter anyway. She is the one enjoying and living her life right now, and I am the one in the sick bay."
He leans closer and attempts to take my hand in his, but I move my hand away as I turn to look at him.
He chuckles and gazes at the ground. "Why the hell are you still trying to be so stubborn?"
"How were you able to figure out what was wrong and come to my rescue?" I ask, and he looks at me for a little while, smiling deeply.
"Nice. I see what you're doing—trying to avoid the question, isn't it?" he asks, and I close my eyes, trying to gi
