Crises in Love novel Chapter 5

My consciousness snapped back into reality, but I remained still, keeping my breath steady and my eyes shut, listening to the approaching footsteps. I recognized them to be Zora's.

My hand, hidden under the blanket, clenched involuntarily, sweat pooling in my palm.

Although I was lying with my back to the door, I could sense her standing at the foot of my bed. I could feel her faint breaths and the subtle scent of her perfume.

"Ma'am!" she called out softly.

I didn't respond, didn't move.

The next second, she touched my shoulder, her grip heavier than expected. Thankfully, I was prepared for it, or else I would have been exposed.

"Your are sleeping like the dead!"

She muttered, her voice barely audible, but it echoed in my ears like thunder. It wasn't a compliment, I could tell. Her tone was filled with disdain.

My thoughts started to clear a bit. It was indeed Zora.

Before I could confirm this thought, a terrifying scene unfolded before me, leaving me no time to react. A sharp pain shot through my scalp, causing me to moan instinctively. I was on the verge of being exposed.

I suppressed it, shifting my head slightly to show discomfort, but I remained drowsy, not fully awake.

But inwardly, I was falling apart. Injustice, anger, shock, a tidal wave of emotions crashing down on me. I wished I could cry, I was gritting my teeth hard.

Zora, have I done anything wrong to you in these eight years? I treated you like a sister, and yet you treated me like this.

I finally understood. Over the past few months, the needle-like pain that often appeared, piercing yet fleeting in my drowsy consciousness, I thought it was a dream.

Who would have thought it was a cruel reality happening to me? No wonder the pain felt so real, lingering even after I've woken up.

Perhaps seeing that I still hadn't woken up, her hand smacked my face, "Wake up! It's time to take your medicine!"