Amethyst's POV
"You look pale. Are you feeling okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
"I'm fine," I assured him, though I wasn’t entirely convinced myself.
Without giving me a chance to react, he extended his hand and gently touched my forehead.
"Liar. You're burning up," he declared. "Come with me." With that, he took hold of my arm and, before I could protest, lifted me up in a bridal carry.
"Hey!" I exclaimed, caught off guard by his sudden action.
"You’re going to get checked out, whether you like it or not," he said matter-of-factly, as he effortlessly carried me.
In defeat, I pouted, knowing I wouldn’t win this argument.
As he transported me to the nurse's office, the eyes of other students were drawn to us. I tucked my face into his chest, my cheeks burning with embarr
