"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"
I coughed hard and barely opened my heavy eyelids. In a daze, I saw a familiar face in front of me...
"Hmm..."
"It seems to be Patrick, right?"
I pushed the man. And I heard him say in my ear, "Are you awake? I'll help you get up and drink some water."
I shook my head.
He added, "The doctor said that you had a high fever. So you need to drink more hot water. Come on. I'll feed you."
His words made me even more worried.
I lay there with my eyes closed, "You don't have to do that. I'll infect you."
No one else fed others water in such a way as he did.
"You can infect me as long as you're cured."
I closed my eyes. But I could feel that there seemed to be a smile on his face when he spoke.
In fact, Patrick didn't know how to take care
of someone well at all.
During the period when I woke up, sometimes, I was awake. And sometimes, I was in a daze. But I could always feel that he was walking around my bed. Sometimes, he touched my head. And sometimes, he touched my hands.
After a while, he covered me with a quilt. And a while later, he helped me change the ice sticks.
Of course, he fed me water with his mouth.
Later, a doctor brought a shelf and made me have an intravenous drip.
Only after that did I begin to get conscious gradually.
I opened my eyes and saw Patrick sitting on the edge of the bed. He placed his laptop on his knees as if he was sending an email.
The sunlight outside was light golden. It seemed that it was at dusk.
It seemed that I, who had been in a fever all the time, had been sleeping for the whole day.
When I looked at him, he happened to turn around and looked at me. When he saw that I was awake, the joy in his eyes was obvious.
He got up and asked me, "Are you awake? Are you hungry? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" "What's wrong? How are you feeling uncomfortable? I'm going to call a doctor now." "What's wrong?"
I remained silent all the time. Looking at Patrick, I saw that his eyes were filled with anxiety.
He put the laptop aside and looked at me while semi- kneeling on the bed, "Are you hungry? I'll ask someone in the kitchen to send some porridge over."
I nodded.
I was hungry.
I hadn't eaten anything the whole day. Moreover, I was sick. So I was so hungry that I didn't even have the strength to speak.
Patrick called someone in the kitchen.
While waiting for the porridge, he kept asking me whether I felt uncomfortable or not and whether I felt hot or cold.
I, who was hungry and uncomfortable, didn't have the strength to answer him.
Patrick began to feel anxious again. He muttered to himself, "Why hasn't the porridge been sent here yet? The cook here is so inefficient."
Seeing him like this, I was in a trance for a moment.
"Does he sincerely care about me very much?"
At this moment, he seemed to be so worried about me who was sick.
At this time, someone knocked on the door.
Thinking that someone was here to deliver the porridge, Patrick went to open the door as he spoke, "You're so inefficient"
However, as soon as he opened the door, I heard him say in embarrassment, "Why is it you?"
I looked over.
And I saw that the one knocking the door was Nancy.
Nancy looked into the room and said, "Sorry, Mr. Cowell, I didn't know you are here. Then I'll leave first."
Originally, I thought that Patrick would let her go.
But Patrick said, "Don't. It happens that I want to go to the kitchen to get some porridge for her. You can accompany her for a while."
After that, he left in a hurry.
Nancy, who was at the door, stood thre alone.
"How come you said he didn't like you?" Nancy said as she walked in, "I saw that you didn't go to eat lunch at noon. And I didn't even see you this afternoon. So I came to see you. I didn't expect you to have a fever. Sorry, I took a bath for too long yesterday."
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