Within A Stardust

Chapter 24 - Tantrum

July 14 - 11pm

*Saffron's POV*

After my shift, I head to that abandoned laboratory.

I knock on the metal door. He opens it and was surprised that it was me. He pulls me quick inside and looks outside checking something, then slams the door shut. "What are you doing here?!" He said almost whispering.

"I need your help-"

"I can't." He said without hesitating. "Please. I have a patient that is an isolated case. I-I don't know what to do anymore, Chelsea and Martin won't help me. They don't give a shit. The patient will die within this month-"

"I only have six days left before somebody blows my head off. I can't help you. I'm sorry." Frustration surges in me and I can tell that he was in the midst of panicking, it is written all over his face and he looked like he hadn't sleep for days. "You've got to be kidding me. I told you to wait and you didn't listen! I have a better offer." I keep my voice low, almost in whisper too.

I walk around the room, overwhelmed by what I just heard, trying to calm myself. "I need money as soon as possible, my son is in the hospital and you know that-"

"I know! I'm aware of your situation. If you just waited-" I hold back. "If you waited, things would be way more easier." He looks at me. I lean on the sink so that I wouldn't be seen on the window. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "What makes you think things would be easier? I was kicked out thanks to your friends, for what? For what, Saf? Huh?!"

He stands up, went to the fridge and grab a can of beer. "It was a setup. They made it look like I was involved when I wasn't. Chelsea was backstabbing me the whole time since you left." It stopped him from drinking. "You were right, they also see me
as a threat." He didn't respond, his back still facing me.

When I felt that he won't really change his mind, "Guess there's nothing I could do. I hope you find the solution you're looking for in this situation. Good bye and thank you, Stan."

I put my seatbelt on and as I was about to leave, somebody appeared in front. I step on the brake instantly, It was him.

He walk towards the window beside me, I roll it down. Panting, he asks, "What's the deal in your side?"

*Lizzie's POV*

July 15 - 11:30 am

"You have to eat. The faster you recover, the better." I said while mixing the newly cooked oatmeal. Y/n kept whining like a kid and you just know she doesn't want to. It's stressful.

I left it to her earlier because she said she can do it on her own, I return and it was still untouched.

Her reason? She was waiting for her appetite to come back like are you fucking kidding me?

"Ten spoonfuls and then I'll let you go, ok?" She didn't respond. I taste it first just to check how hot it is.

I don't want her to be startled because i'm sure, she would lose her appetite and that's final.

It wasn't that hot since thirty minutes have passed but I still blow it a little. I face the spoon towards her and at first she was hesitating but since I was giving her a look to eat it and not make me wait, she ate the first half and then ate the rest after.

And I didn't mind. If that can make it easier for her.

I wasn't really counting, the purpose of promising was to convince her and she did hold on to it.

Now she's sitting there well behaved, waiting for another. I face to her and her hands were both raised showing me nine. "Last five."

"No." Y/n replied then eat all of what is in the spoon. "There is no gap in the bowl, at least make a thin line." I said while pointing to the side showing her that it looks like it wasn't eaten yet.

She shakes her head no when I glanced. I scoop and then face it to her and she was avoiding it. "Y/n."

"No." She said in disgust. I put the spoon back to bowl, transfer the bowl into her wheelchair and then move closer. Her hands are on her lap, I used my right arm to hug her, locking it there then use my left hand to feed her again.

At first she was moving her head away or ignoring it, but when she realized that I won't stop, she started doing the tantrum again but this time with sobs. Ugh.

"You can do better than that, come on. Ah." I said while waiting for her. Compared earlier she ate it all maintaining that disgust. "Does the oatmeal taste that bad? I think it's great and I thought you will like it."

"No, I like it... I don't want to vomit." Y/n said, then chew. I put the spoon back in the bowl and get the glass of warm water on the table. She drink a bit. "Stop crying. You'll feel more nauseous the more you continue." I said while combing her hair with my hand.

Y/n was able to force herself to finish my request and i'm glad. Now, She's sitting there comfortably, calm like the usual, and because I adjusted and checked everything.

I think I went too far about complaining with her tantrums. I finished all my duties for myself and Gecko before dusk. Of course, it makes sense because y/n is sick.

She wasn't asking anything. I thought that tantrum would be troublesome but no, and it was surprising.

If there is something I should complain about, it's me. Because I kept checking her every hour to see if she's alright.