CHAPTER 5
902 Words
I felt warmth in my body. Perhaps I hadn't been feeling well since this morning.
"Yongsann," I heard Grantt call out to me. I opened my eyes and noticed that he was dressed to go out.
"Where are you going?"
"To Wendy's, just to make sure she's truly okay and at her condo."
Aish, this jerk! It seems he doesn't trust his girlfriend.
"Okay," I replied briefly and attempted to get up.
I felt dizzy, but I tried to ignore it. He turned away from me, so I got to my feet with the intention of heading to the kitchen. However, my knees suddenly gave way, and I fell to the floor.
"Yongsann!" I heard him exclaim. He must have seen me fall. I attempted to stand up immediately.
"I'm fine, Grantt. Carry on, leave because it's getting late. You still have a long journey ahead. Get some medicine and food for Wendy; she probably doesn't have the strength to go out," I weakly suggested to him. He simply stared at me. I tried to act normal and walked into the kitchen.
I grasped the table when another wave of dizziness hit me. I pulled out a chair and sat down hastily. It was only now that I felt this type of dizziness, as if even my own breath made me nauseous.
"s**t! I hate this feeling, damn it!" I muttered while resting my head on the table.
When the dizziness subsided, I stood up. I nearly fell to the floor again, but someone's hands caught me.
"Yongsann," Grantt said firmly. I thought he had already left.
"You should go," I softly said. I didn't want to owe him anything. I didn't want to inconvenience him, and I certainly didn't want him to express any concern for me.
He lifted me and walked towards our bedroom. "Then what? If you die now, will it be my conscience? And if you die here in my house, I'll be the prime suspect in your death, possibly facing the death penalty."
"You're being overdramatic. Last time I checked, you're a singer, not an author plotting stories like that," I weakly retorted with my eyes closed.
I felt my back touch our soft bed.
"I'll just get you some food and medicine," he informed me.
"Does she know you're visiting her?" I inquired. I heard him sigh.
"Yes, but it's okay if I don't go."
"Give her a call and tell her you won't make it, so your girlfriend won't get her hopes up."
"Look who's talking. You're sick and all, but you're still like this? Thinking about someone else? Fine, I'll call her."
I heard his footsteps as he left our room. Now that I was lying in our bed, I felt cold. Even though I was under the blanket, I couldn't stop shivering. It seemed my body had been out of sorts since this morning.
I slowly opened my eyes to check if our air conditioner was on. I tried to get up to turn it off, but the door opened, and Grantt entered, carrying a food tray. He carefully placed it on my working table.
"What are you doing getting up again? Can't you stay put?"
"Turn off the air conditioner, please? I'm feeling cold," I complained. He immediately followed my request.
He opened my drawer and seemed to be searching for something. I massaged my head when I saw him mess up my neatly arranged clothes.
"Hey, Grantt!"
"Just shut up. I'm looking for your jacket, but it seems you don't have one here," he said disappointingly. "I don't have one either, they're all in my condo."
"Never mind."
He approached me and touched my forehead. "Jesus! You're burning up!"
"It's not hot. I'm freezing, Grantt. Hug me, please?" I requested with a pleading tone. I didn't care what he would say. I'd deal with the embarrassment later, but I couldn't stand the cold.
He quickly climbed onto the bed and embraced me, pulling me closer in his arms. I pressed myself against him even tighter because of the chill I felt.
"Better now?" he asked. I nodded. I felt the warmth of his hug enveloping me. "Can't you eat so you can take your medicine?"
I shook my head again. Even if I ate, I would probably just vomit. This kind of pain only struck me occasionally, but it was severe when it did.
I dozed off in his embrace, and this was the first time we were so close on this bed. When we both felt fine, countless pillows would surely serve as barriers between us.
I couldn't tell how many minutes or hours I had slept. When I woke up, I felt fine, and he wasn't by my side.
I got up and went to the table to drink some water. I noticed a post-it note and picked it up to read what was written.
"Drink your medicine and don't go to work tomorrow. Just rest. I'll be home soon. I need to see Wendy."
I scowled for reasons I couldn't quite grasp. I put the post-it back where it was and returned to bed. I would just go back to sleep until he arrived. I'd pretend I hadn't read his note.
This is reality, Yongsann. Don't expect too much because too many expectations can hurt. Wendy still holds more importance than you, and you need to accept that.
- Writer
