TMUW 55: Cold

I quickly got up from bed as if something was stirring in my stomach.

"Lucas," I called nervously when I saw him standing at the bathroom door. "You're home already," I added as I quickly washed my face to hide the puffiness of my eyes.

I didn't catch him when I woke up. He was no longer by my side in bed. I had slept off my headache from earlier. It seemed I caught it when it started raining on Isla Juancho.

The condo's door had already been replaced and was now completely secure, and he had complete trust in leaving me here alone. He couldn't leave earlier because he was worried that something unexpected might happen to me.

"Have you eaten?" I asked again when he didn't respond.

I blinked when he felt my neck. "I bought medicine," he said and turned away.

"You didn't answer my question," I pressed as he left me in the bedroom.

"I passed by to get your food from outside so you wouldn't have to cook—" he started to say.

"I already cooked kare-kare," I interrupted him.

I know he's bee