Later That Night...
It seems I've messed up big this time. Perhaps it was the cold breeze; I caught a cold that escalated into a high fever. I couldn't even muster the strength to stand or seek help.
The clock showed 9:40 PM. Turns out, due to the fever, I drifted into a restless sleep that teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, only to wake up feeling powerless, helpless, and drained in the dead of night. I slept for a continuous twelve hours on the floor, out on the terrace, with the chilly breeze relentlessly hitting my face. It was far from a normal situation, and my health was a cause for concern. Yet, more than anything else, my anxiety heightened at the thought of being discovered by Christian with this conspicuous bruise on my neck.
If I had shared this story about my stupidi
