Fifty eight

That day he woke up to find her sitting near him on the bed and holding his hand. The curtains were open and he could tell the sun was a bit too bright, brighter than usual at the time he wakes up. That discovery had him jumping up to push the blankets away and glance at the clock. It was already past noon. He was about to leap out of bed when she launched herself at him, forcing him back down in bed. “Oppa I called the dean”

“You called the dean? Why would you call the dean?”

“I told him you’re sick. You had a fever all night” he slowly came to realize two things, one: the room was a mess. Around four blankets were draped over his body and the trash can was placed next to the bed, along with a mess of tissues and a thermometer. There was a wet towel and a bowl of water next to him; he figured the towel was on his forehead before he woke up.

And two: he felt like a hundred daggers piercing him. He leaned back against the pillow when he felt his head throbbing. She immediately drew closer, her hand checking on his forehead. “You’re still hot”

“I’m always hot baby” she rolled her eyes at the horrible pun, struggling not to glare. “How do you feel oppa? Should I call a doctor?”

“I’m fine baby” he tried to reassure her with a smile, even though the pain was excruciating. He knew she wouldn’t fall for that though. “I’ll be fine, really. Don’t worry about it” she nodded and took his hand again. She imagined they’d be sitting in a hospital by the end of the day. She hoped it wouldn’t happen though. “What happened last night?”

“You don’t remember anything? You kept whimpering all night… and then you got sick” he really wished she didn’t mean he threw up. She couldn’t handle that; she’d be traumatized for the rest of her life.

“Are you feeling a bit better now?” she asked as she dampened the towel again and placed it back on his forehead.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine. Go study, your finales are…”

“I’m not leaving you oppa” she gave him a determined look. “I’ll make you some soup”

“But I don’t want to eat anything”

“You have to. You didn’t have anything all day” She got up before he managed to grumble.

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Her boyfriend was so sweet and caring. She truly felt lucky to have him. He was always gentle and kind with her.

Except when he got sick.

She was currently trying to peel the blankets off of him, even though she struggled to keep him warm all night. She walked back with the chicken soup in a tray to find her grown up boyfriend burying himself under the blankets, refusing to come out to have the soup.

“Stop it Suzy!” his voice was muffled, coming from under the blan