Wilson woke up to a wet towel spread across his forehead.
Exhaling, he got up, feeling way better than he had ever felt in the past two days. Taking the towel off his forehead, he looked around him. He was in his bed, a tray of food by his bedside table and seated next to his bed with her head rested on his bed was Charlotte.
It wasn’t all a dream or a hallucination. She truly came over to his office to see him and there she was, right next to him.
She was really there.
Right by her side was the tray of food alongside his fever reducing pills. She must have hesitated on waking him up and fallen asleep herself in the process of waiting for him to get up himself.
As much as he felt greatly apologetic towards her, he felt just as thankful. He should have seen him breaking down coming. a
