'Nervous?' Wyneth looked at Hayden, trying to grasp what he meant. "Who's nervous?" she shot back, her tone sharp. Pulling her hand away, her face became stern. "I'm here because you're sick, covering for Simo. But when he returns, I'm out of here."Wyneth tried to center herself. 'I can't believe I panicked like that. It took Hayden pointing it out for me to even notice.' She knew she could not go back to how things were before. The last three years had deeply affected her. Just seeing Hayden in bed brought back fears of him not waking up, trapping her in a cycle of endless waiting and dwindling hope. She dreaded those moments, especially when she was alone in the hospital room. Thankfully, she had now snapped out of it.Hayden noticed her reaction to his words. He pressed his lips together as the room returned to silence. Deep sadness settled in Hayden's heart. Though he had hoped his illness would gain her sympathy, receiving it did not lift his spirits. The gap between them seeme
Hayden: [How do I act all pitiful?]Simeon: [You seriously don't know? Man, how have you been getting by? I guess you're just so tough. Most people would complain when they're sick, but not you. Maybe try showing a little more discomfort.]Hayden: [...]Simeon: [Want me to guide you through it? But there's a price for lessons.]Hayden quickly sent Simeon some money after seeing the message. Simeon was merely poking fun at Hayden. Throughout their history, he had never witnessed Hayden get into such a predicament, especially not the same one twice. Simeon thought it would be an entertaining story to mention in the future. But he was taken aback when he saw that Hayden had actually paid him, and it was a hefty sum. As he was still processing this, another message from Hayden popped up.Hayden: [Alright, show me how it's done.]Simeon: [Man, you really are loaded, huh?]Among their college buddies, Hayden was the one who had really made it big. Simeon quickly pocketed the money, te
Hayden was covered with three large blankets, which felt really heavy. Wyneth removed the top one, but Hayden quickly said he was still cold. So, she turned up the room's heater. With all the adjustments and the rising warmth, she began to feel hot. She was only wearing her stage outfit, which did not have many layers, so she could not take anything off to cool down. Instead, she fanned her face while standing next to the bed."Still cold? If so, I might need to call a doctor."Hayden took a moment. "I'm better now.""Good to hear."Wyneth started to walk away. From his bed, Hayden watched her, feeling disappointed. 'Why isn't this working?' Hayden texted Simeon about what was happening.Simeon texted back: [Man, Wyn seems a bit out of the loop. If you keep saying you're cold, shouldn't she be snuggling up to you for warmth?]Hayden: [You think with where we're at right now, she'd do that?]Simeon: [Fair point. Guess acting chilly isn't doing the trick.] After a moment, Simeon a
'Hmm, point for Simeon,' Hayden thought. "I'm cold. I don't want to sleep." Putting on an act, he said in a raspy voice while shivering, "My throat hurts. Can't I have just a little sip?"Wyneth sighed. "Can't you hold out for a few hours?" Seeing how frail Hayden looked, she said, "Fine, I'll ask Simo."'There's that name again!' Hayden's mood soured. After she texted, he asked, "Why do you call him Simo?"Wyneth replied nonchalantly, "It's just a nickname I've always used for him."Hayden sensed an underlying familiarity in her tone. Before he could delve into it, Wyneth continued, "Simo texted me back; he said you can't drink."Observing Wyneth closely, everything about her seemed delicate — even her hair strands. As she conveyed Simeon's message, her lips moved gracefully. With a raspy voice, Hayden responded, "But my lips are so dry."Wyneth took a closer look at Hayden's lips, just wanting to check since he was sick. But for Hayden, it felt special. When she looked into his
The room echoed as half a cup of water splashed onto Hayden's clothes. Both Wyneth and Hayden were left speechless. Glancing down at his soaked shirt and then up to Wyneth, Hayden said, "Sorry, my hand slipped."Wyneth briefly thought Hayden might have spilled the water on purpose. But after his apology, she figured his shakiness was genuine, given his sickness and lack of food. Not wanting to fuss at a sick person, she said, "It's okay," then retrieved a new set of hospital gowns for him."Change into this."Hayden eyed the gown briefly before accepting it. "Thanks." As Wyneth turned to leave, Hayden's voice strained. "Where are you going?"Wyneth paused, catching his anxiety. "You're changing, right? I'll step out and be back shortly."Hayden relaxed a bit, realizing she was not departing permanently. "No need to leave. You can stay."Wyneth spun around, surprised. "You want me to watch you change?""What's the big deal?" Hayden responded, smirking. "You've seen me before, hav
Wyneth simply turned and took a seat on the couch.Hayden sighed. 'She's really mad, ignoring me like that. I acted this way hoping she'd notice.' If Wyneth would not help him change, he was not going to move from the bed. Even though his clothes were damp, the room felt warm. Earlier, he was hot under the blankets, but now he was not cold. Despite feeling sick, cold never bothered Hayden much.The room was silent. Wyneth checked her phone, straining her ears for any sound from Hayden. But she heard nothing. Her eyebrows drew together in confusion. 'Why isn't he changing? He said he was cold.' She could not shake the feeling that Hayden might be playing some kind of game. 'Does he really not have the strength to change?'After a while, with no sign of movement from Hayden, Wyneth thought, 'He's really good at this waiting game.' Glancing his way, she saw him slumped over, his complexion pale and his lips dry. He looked like he had no energy left. Wyneth hesitated, wondering, 'Maybe
As he spoke, he leaned in close to Wyneth. Her hand trembled as she instinctively pushed him away."Who would want you to give everything?" she snapped."Uh..."Stumbling from her shove, Hayden grunted, his face turning even paler. He slumped down. Wyneth was surprised but then recalled Hayden's mischievous act earlier."Cut the act. Do you think I can't see right through you?"As she shot back, her fingers quickly worked to button up Hayden's shirt. Even in his weakened state, Hayden's eyes stayed locked onto hers."Oh, really?" he retorted. "If you knew I was just putting on a show, why did you come over then?"Wyneth bit her lip, lost in thought. 'Why did I come over? I knew he was acting, yet here I am. I thought I'd moved on, but he still has this pull on me. I worry about him more than I should, even more than he worries about himself.' She raised her eyes to meet his. "Enjoying the show? Is it fun watching me fall for your act?"Hayden hesitated, taken aback. Trying to p
Wyneth felt a mix of annoyance and amusement. "I thought you said you were exhausted?""Yes." Hayden bent his head, nuzzling into her neck, greedily taking in her scent. Wyneth rarely wore perfume. Instead, she had a subtle scent reminiscent of fresh body wash and soothing lotion, which was quite lovely. He recalled the last time he held her after she had had something to drink. She carried that same sweet scent. Unable to resist, he lightly kissed the side of her neck and then paused there, whispering close to her skin, "Yep, I'm really out of steam," Hayden said.Wyneth froze as she felt his soft lips brush against her neck. The sensation was overwhelming. "Wh-What are you doing?" she stammered, trying to dodge him.Hayden pulled back, but his hand remained on her waist. "Just wanted a quick kiss.""Did I say you could?""Nope.""Then why—"Suddenly, Hayden moved closer, the intensity of his gaze and warmth of his breath causing her heart to race."So, if I ask, can I have a