"I believe there are two more bags!" Leah said in a daze, "I don't remember, but there will definitely be more after this one."
"Do you need so much?" Ernest frowned. "Are you dehydrated?"
"How do you know?" Leah looked at Ernest in surprise. "The doctor told me that I was slightly dehydrated, so I need more liquid in my body."
Ernest furrowed his brows into a tight knot. "You're so sick, yet you kept writing. Don't you know how to take care of yourself?"
"Stop lecturing me. I'm too pitiful," Leah muttered pitifully.
Ernest immediately stopped talking as he could not bear it to see her in low spirits.
Leah continued, "I had a fever when I came here. The doctor said that I was slightly dehydrated, so he gave me the IV drip. Although the fever's gone, I'm a little worried that my temperature will rise again, so the doctor probably prescribed some medicine that helps to fend from viruses. I've always been healthy. Don't worry. I'll be fine soon." "But you had a fever. How did it get so serious?" Ernest frowned and looked at Leah with worry in his gaze. He reached out to touch her forehead.
His dry and warm hand rested on her forehead, and it had the ability to calm her heart down.
At the same time, Leah felt a little nervous while her heart pounded uncontrollably.
"It's not hot anymore, but we can't take it lightly." He compared Leah's temperature to his own. "It's a little higher than mine. You're a girl who doesn't know how to take care of yourself. It's really worrying."
"I know how to, but I can't protect myself from getting a cold. There are several others with the flu in my class," Leah said, "I probably caught it from there."
Ernest's frown deepened as said in a low voice, "Then don't go to school for a few days. Take a good rest and take a leave. This is good for recovery."
"I've already applied for a leave. I'm definitely going to spend the whole day sleeping tomorrow. I felt really uncomfortable for the past two days, and I thought I was going to die." She smiled. "If I die, you won't be able to see me again."
"Don't mention that word." Ernest turned serious, and his hands unconsciously clenched tight.
Ernest's heart felt as if it was seized the moment Leah said that. He felt suffocated and panicked.
Leah was stunned as she realized something, and she then smiled sheepishly.
Leah remembered that Ernest had just attended a close one's funeral, so he must be upset. What was more, Leah had mentioned death in front of Ernest, and she realised she should've read the room.
Leah immediately stuck her tongue out apologetically. "I'm sorry, Ernest."
Ernest shook his head. He could hear her heavy nasal tones and her hoarser than usual voice. Leah was seriously ill.
"You'll get better, and you'll live a long life," he said.
"That's a beautiful wish." Leah smiled at him. "You too will live a long life."
The two sat there and didn't speak for a while. The atmosphere went silent before Leah broke the silence. "I didn't expect you to come over. When are you going back to England?"
He answered, "Probably soon. I'll be staying for not more than two or three days. We'll leave the country after a slight rest."
"You came all the way back just for two or three days? That's tough!" she said.
"Yes. If it wasn't for Grandpa's sudden death, I would have returned during winter break," Ernest replied, "What about you? Is your schedule tight?"
"It's alright. Same ol' same of." Leah smiled. "Every day is the same, just busy."
"Busy is good. It's fulfilling. It's just that you write so much every day. Won't it affect your studies?" After hesitating for a moment, Ernest reminded Leah, "In my opinion, your studies matter the most at the moment. Treat writing as a side hustle. Don't treat it as your full-time job and forget what you should do."
It was rare for Leah to hear something pertinent from Ernest.
Leah smiled and replied, "I intend to take a break from writing for one or two years after finishing this book. I do have plans for my life. Don't worry. I'll get my priorities straight.”
"You're a rational girl." Ernest flashed Leah an admiring smile.
However, Leah laughed in return. "I think you're the most rational person in the world, Ernest. No one else in the world has your logic."
Ernest's eyes were shining as he asked, "What do you mean by that?"
He fixed his scorching gaze on Leah for a while, and Leah subconsciously turned away to look at the IV drip.
There was only about one-third left. It looked like it was going to finish in no time.
"All of you. I think everything you do is rational," she said.
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