The high amounts of energy consumption is taking a toll on my physical health.
My perfectly immune body is now facing a high fever all of a sudden and honestly, it sucks.
I'm mentally ripped apart because these days were supposed to be filled with happy memories and basically everything good. But I always manage to sadden or worry Jane all the time.
I look at Jane who is walking back and forth into the bathroom and the bedroom to aid me back to health. Her worrying is justified, but me being the cause is not.
I hate it. I hate being the cause if someone's unhappiness.
Unknown to me, a hot trail of tear cascades down my cheek purely out of frustration.
"Ron?? Hey, baby, why are you crying??" My tear filled eyes look at Jane who rushes inside with another bowl of hot water and a
