"Where are you going?" He asked while still focusing on the screen in front of him.
The deadline for the next chapter of his story is tomorrow. He needs to finish it as soon as possible today, polishing it would be the next move. It is transparent that I should not disturb him.
"Room. I just want to rest for a while." I smiled, pretending to be alright as much as I can, exhausting every strength in my body.
My body is in writhing pain. All edges of it, all movement, everything feels terrible. Any motion I've made is like burying a thousand needles on my bone. Slowly, I sit on my bed. The sweat on my body is as cold as an ice, the sight I see is neither a hallucination nor a dream, I feel like dying.
This is my first time feeling this way. I grabbed the pillow beside me, buried my face from its softness, hoping that every tenderness of this thing can change my current bearing. I can't stand it, being here alone when I want him to take care of me. But I know that what he is doing is important. It is his dream, his passion, he wants it. I don't want to ruin it.
My tears started running from both of my cheeks when suddenly a warm hand touches my forehead. His concerned gaze pierces right through my heart.
"You're burning. I'll bring you to the hospital." He said after carrying me on his arms.
"N-no need."
"Stop with your pretensions. I know you the most. You don't have to act in front of me. Depend on me even for a little bit, please."
He seriously said while staring right in my eyes. We're now on his car, driving our way to the hospital.
"Sorry." I uttered.
"I just don't want to bother you and your writing." Added, I honestly told him.
I heard him let out a sigh. His face still in a serious mode, focus on what's in front of us, accelerating when given a chance.
"You're more important to me than anyone or anything else. Remember that, always." This time, he snatched a glance in my direction and give me a smile. The one I love the most. That smile, that says he is mine alone.
I can't remember what happened next. How I woke up in the hospital bed with him sleeping by my side and holding my hand. His hair was messy, his eye glasses blurry, his eyebags starting to gets dark.
I play with his hair, thankful for the love he's always giving me, grateful that I've come to know and love him. Slowly, he opens his eyes and panicky ask if I'm alright or if there's anything I need.
Smiling, I answered no and grab his hand for him to sit beside me. I hugged him and let my head rest on his right shoulder.
"Thank you." I said.
He then hold both of arms and stare on my eyes. His hands moved from my arms to my shoulders to my cheeks. His nose leaning onto mine. We both feel each others breath.
"I'm glad you're alright. Don't make me worry, please." He said before finally giving me a hug. The sincerity of his words is overwhelming. It made me feel that I'm the luckiest person alive. Well, am I not? With him by my side, I know that I am.
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