Chapter 44

I heard a knock on my door when I was unwrapping the bandage from my wound. Quinn came with a concerned look on her face. "Sheila, are you okay?" She asked when noticed my stage. "I'm fine, Quinn. Just a small pain. That's it." I replied. "Don't stress yourself. Take a rest. If you want I will stay with you." She offered. "No Quinn. It's okay. I can handle it. Anyway, I'm not coming today--- Shhh!!!" I hissed in pain when I pulled out the last strap of bandage and saw three small stitches on the wound. Quinn took my hand gently and helped me to put the new bandage on the wound. "I think the wound is too deep, why don't we see a doctor? And could get some pain killer too," She asked concern was evident in her voice. I shook my head as no need for that. "You look tired." She insisted. "Yeah, I need some sleep. That's all. I didn't get a nice sleep yesterday. Once I get good sleep, I will feel better." I assured her and she nodded her head as a comprehension. "Okay take rest, I will leave then." She gave me one last glance and locked the door behind. Five minutes later when I decided to go to bed, the door in my room slammed open and a worried Harry approached me but he stopped in his track when I glared at him. His body tensed a bit but again he came near me. "Sheila, we can visit the doctor, I will get his appointment." He said taking his phone out from his pant pocket. I don't know from where I got the anger but I yelled at him. "Harry, please leave me alone. I need some peace." And the next second I regretted being rude especially with him, but he needs to know how it feels when someone is behaving rudely to you. His face dropped a bit but he plastered with a small smile. "Okay then. Take Care." With that, he left the room. I climbed on the bed and laid down with my back, holding both hands in front of my stomach. --- I woke up feeling thirsty in my mid-sleep, my throat was completely dry. I went to the kitchen and boiled the water to drink. As I'm walking towards my room holding a glass of boiled water, I saw him sitting on the couch in the living room and he might have noticed my presence behind him because he turned his head and locked his eyes with me. "What are you doing, Harry?" I asked though I wanted to ignore his presence. But curiosity took over and I asked already. "I came here to get my book. I forget to take it with me in the morning." I could sense lie in his voice. "And why are you still here, aren't you leaving?" I asked him again. "Well... the next two hours are my free period, so I thought it would be better to stay here unless I find the reason to go." He shrugged his shoulder and sat on the couch. I ignored all his statements and walked towards my room. After drinking the whole water, I passed out in my bed. --- My body felt it was on fire, it's like someone was igniting a fire inside me, I couldn't able to move. I felt something wet on my forehead and a piercing pain has erupted through my left hand as someone has injected me. After a while, I heard a faint voice asking, "Doctor how is she. Why she didn't wake up?" "She has a high fever. I injected her antipyretic which will reduce her body temperature. She will wake up soon." I assumed the voice belongs to the doctor. I slightly opened my eyes and saw a worried Harry's face who was looking down at me. When he noticed, he came beside me and held my right hand. "Hey! Are you okay?" He whispered in my ears while tucking the strand of my hairs in the back of my ears and I nodded my head as a response. "She seems so weak. Feed her something healthy food and give her medicine." The doctor advised him before walking out of the room. He helped me to sit on the bed. "Sheila, I will bring something to eat." He said and walked out of the room not waiting for my response. A fine twenty minutes later, he came with a bowl in his hand. He set the bowl on my bed and said, "It's a Spicy Chicken Thai Soups. It's good for the Fever. Eat them all and take medicine." I eyed the spoon and hesitated for a moment. My hands were shaking and trembling and I have no energy left even to hold a spoon. Instead of handing me a spoon, he fed me the soup which I gladly accepted. He forced me to eat the whole bowl of soup, after that he handed me medicine and a glass of water. "Sleep well. You will feel good." He said and wrapped the blanket over me. I gave him a small smile and closed my eyes. I felt warm lips on my forehead before welcoming the darkness once again and smiled internally. * Sheila's POV: I felt a hard object beside me that made me open my eyes and I looked around the surrounding to see the lamplight is still on and he is sleeping peacefully on my right side holding my hand in his left and his other hand was crossed against his forehead which was rested on the bed. He pillowed his right hand for his head that made me furrow my brows. Did he sleep the whole day in this position? What if he gets neck cramps or any? I turned my attention towards my prince charmer and astonished by the way he was sleeping like an infant. He was so cute and handsome in his sleeping. His lips were partly opened and I wanted to touch his pink lips and run my finger through his messy hair.