"Are you sure you don't want to visit the hospital?" Meka placed a hand on my head.
Shaking my head, I gave him a look of disbelief. " I really hate the mention of the hospital."
Just the mere mention of it is enough to make me want to bunk.
"What if I give your body a check? I can heal you with my inner fire." He looked at me ok confusion.
"No, I don't want it."
The truth is, I don't feel weak all the time. It normally happens every morning.
"Could it be the flu?"
"I don't think so."
"You know, aside from your scent being different, there's nothing I can detect." He scratched his hair (a nervous feeling he picked from me.)
"My scent is different? What do you mean by that?" I gave him a curious look.
"You smell sweeter. More inviting," he slowly caressed my face. "You smell re
