I was sick. My head was spinning that whenever I tried to stand, I almost vomit.
I wasn't able to go to school and attend my classes. I stayed in my bed and covered myself in three blankets. I looked like I was in a cocoon. I never even attempted to eat. I just couldn't cook nor buy food for myself. And I didn't have any friends in this building. And so, without a choice, I slept.
When I woke up, there was a warm soup on my table together with a note:
Hey, you're not taking good care of yourself. Eat this and take the capsule. It would ease the pain in your head. Take care.
I creased my forehead in frustration. No matter how hard I rummage in my mind to find the name of the mystery angel who put this soup on my table, I can't answer my question. I really have no idea. And yeah, it was so impossible to think that the crazy guy on a towel would do this for me. Maybe, it was the landlady who gave it to me. Maybe, she already learned how to grow a heart because, for the past years that I was staying here, she never had a heart. Maybe, there was a miracle.
I ate the soup when my stomach grumbled. The capsule really eased the pain. After eating, I slumped my body on my bed and take another dose of sleep.
I would thank the landlady tomorrow and might as well, give her an advance payment for my rent.