Chapter 41: Attack

Chapter 41: Attack

I am looking at the ceiling above my bed. I was thinking about what happened this afternoon and thinking about that made my lips form into a smile.

I was really thankful for the efforts he put in that dish, yeah dish because I can't call it a porridge.

After he asked me if I wanted a second bowl I vomited. I can't hold it anymore as it was really bad and yet he can't accept that it was really bad. He believes that his so-called porridge is the best when he didn't even taste it himself.

It is already evening and I can't sleep. Probably because I was almost asleep the whole day. I touch my forehead and neck using the back of my hand as I feel my own temperature and it seems like my fever is gone.

My head also stopped aching and it is just the cold I am having a problem with. I can't stop sneezing and almost five rolls of tissue are placed on the top of the table beside me.

I sat down as I decided to put tissues in both sides of my nose before leaning on the headboar