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CHAPTER EIGHT:
Skylar ?️
Days, weeks passed and the month was almost coming to an end.
Ever since he took me into his embrace, my life changed somehow I wish I can tell. Honestly, I found his presence much more comfortable than that of Marco’s.
Although, in some occasions he exhibits that very habit I found annoying and I wish those eyes would pluck out when having those gaze at me.
On the other side, we seem to be getting close but he still had to act snubbing sometimes. Or even… Most times.
Well, I’m already used to that part of him. And guess what…
I can’t even believe I’m beginning to find Mondays as my best day.
You know what else?
Everyday are my best day as far as I have to be with him.
Maybe it’s not only on romantic reasons, tho. Don’t get me wrong.
I walked in to see him laid on his bed. Is he still sleeping? I mean, it’s unbelievable Logan Greene is still asleep by this hour of the day.
Talking about the time, it’s 8:45am.
Unlike him, he was always having a press-up exercise or either standing beside his window. Why is he still asleep?
At first, I thought of him doing that in pretence or he had purposely done that to avoid taking his drugs. I shrugged, chuckling.
I came to touch his neck… Oh! My God! He was burning. Like hell “BURNING” inside and outside.
His temperature was so high. I looked at his chest, his breathing was slow and hard.
“f_ck!” This came unexpected..
Why now?
Why just now?
“Mr Greene, you have a high fever.” I said even when I knew he can’t hear me.
What am I going to do?
I’m a doctor ,right? Every doctors got a remedy. I need to have mine.
I did all I could do to revive him back to normal. My heart already beating hard against my chest, fear gripped me like a chained prisoner, and I only thought of one thing… Death.
“Snap it off, Skylar.”
The word echoed in my mind. Damnit! I can’t even think right now!
I shouldn’t be thinking like that, I should be thinking on how to get him alive. His fever was more than high but I guess I can see some little improvement in him. His temperature was cooling gradually.
I sigh in relief…
I rubbed my hands on his hair, feeling the lilac softness of it. His face was so pale and white and even at that, it didn’t affect his godly beauty.
Maybe I had not noticed it yet until now, he is the most beautiful thing that have ever happened to me. And he was d@mn beautiful when he sleeps. The faintest smile played on my lips as I stared at him.
Burning heart aching for him by my side, intense feeling of want each time I thought of him. His face always played in my mind, crazy imagination clouding my thoughts.
Am I already in love with my patient?
Even if someone has to tell me that, I swear, I won’t believe.
It’s only but half a month I’ve treated him and everything just seems like a year to me. I felt scared the more, he wasn’t waking up. Not even a sign.
Urgh…
Not just now, please…
“Hey,” I whispered, “you need to wake up. Please, just make a sign you are alive.”
My God! I don’t want anyone to think of me as a murderer. I don’t want them to think I had ki||ed him for some kind of evil intentions. I might end up going to prison for ki||ing a prisoner!
That will be a nightmare, you know that.
An hour, then two yet he laid like a dead corpse. What if I leave? What if I acted like I treated him? What will happen to him?
And even if he was gonna wake up, how long will that take? With all this thoughts, I kept pacing around the room, staring at him then away.
It’s only but thirty minutes left before I leave. What am I f-__-king gonna do? I’m stuck-up in here trembling in fear. Was it the drugs I gave to him?
No, it can’t be, right?
I mean, it definitely can’t be.
I stopped pacing, walking toward his body. “Hey, Mr Greene, wake up. I know you can hear me, please, wake up. ” I grunted tiredly, ” wake up! ”
I stared at those closed eyelids down to his lips. I h@ťěd what I was thinking but I have to. If it works out, I’ll be the most happiest girl on Earth but if it doesn’t… Won’t mention.
After all, the ‘just a kiss from the prince and she will wake up’ in a princess tales always work. Maybe it’s my turn to do it vice versa.
I closed my eyes, hesitating at the thought of going further. I took a deep breath, then out before placing my lips on his.
They were soft and sweet, tenderness burning in them. I kissed his lower lip then pulling out to look at those closed eyelids. I closed my eyes again, taking hold of his lips once more for another kiss.
As soon as I saw he had held as much air as his lungs could contain,I pulled out. He snorted, giving out a loud cough. He sat erect on his bed, glaring around in confusion. I went to hold his face, letting him look at me.
“Hey.” That came out as a whisper.
“Doctor Crescent? ” He asked still with the confusion and questions written boldly on his face.
I nodded, trying to hide the happiness in me. I was… Very happy, so happy that I would get to look into those Pacific eyes once more.
“What happened to me?” He asked. The way he kept moving his body was like he was gonna fall. But he acted to be okay.
“Nothing much.” I said, “you kinda passed away. Can you remember anything?”
He hesitated for awhile, then shook his head.
” Well, it doesn’t matter. What matters now is that you are awake.”
“I… I..” he almost fell but I was too quick to hold him. I helped him rest on his bed.
I could hear the groaning sounds he made.
Unknown ?️
She held his head in support as she adjusted the pillow before dropping his head gently on it.
As she did, her Břě@šť rubbed his cheek and only a turn, he could have it in his mouth. Her meadow-scent was so tempting yet, inviting.
He could remember seeing her in his dreams. Her lips were on his and he could feel the soft touches of those honey-sweet lips.
They were real, they looked so real to him.
Was he actually having a thought about something like that? Or was it really reality playing in his dreams?
He held her hand, she looked at him. His hold was so strong but she could feel his hand shaking on her wrist.
“What happened to me?” He asked again.
“Nothing. You were only having a fever. Your temperature was so high and you were shivering. ”
” You… treated me? ”
” Um… Yes, it’s my responsibility. ” She said with a nod. ” It took me an hour and, trying to get you calmed yet, you couldn’t wake up and… ” She paused, then, ” nothing. ”
” And what? ” He inquired.
She sighed softly, ” I uh-I had to do it.”
He released his hold from her wrist, staring weakly at her. “Do you have to be this concerned about me? You should have just let me die with the fever.”
His words almost brought a tear rolling on her cheek. That was easy for him to say, but not easy for her to accept. If she had wanted him to die with the fever, that was a long time ago.
Why would he be saying that?
Why would he want to die?
She knew what she had to do, how she had to do it just to wake him up only to hear him say this?
A part of her broke in pain. He dully blinked away from her gaze, staring out through the window and the hidden tears dropped.
Does he even cared about her feelings? Does he care how she felt watching him shivering like he wasn’t going to survive? Does he care the hurt he has caused in her just now?
Does anyone every care about the way she feels?
Maybe she’s just right about one thing… “She isn’t someone’s special. ”
That’s fact number two she doesn’t want to believe…
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Someone please console Skylar …
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To Be Continued…
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