Thirty-Two *Edited*

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Shout out to nununani, the user who helped me with the French in the last chapter. Lemme tell you, I thought I would be dynamite in French and be a great speaker since I took three years in high school....yeah, I barely remember anything lol BUT, it is my goal to be fluent in it before my life's over. It's a beautiful language :) Onward to the story


Ellie 

The next thing I knew I was waking up to a soft hand rubbing mine. I was groggy and I felt so out of it, but then I noticed the bright lights and the smell of antiseptic. At least my headache had gone away.  I slowly looked over and saw Leo looking at me upset and worried. 


"You're up. Thank God." He murmured, kissing my hand 


"Did the docs say what I have yet?" 


"You're borderline pneumonic. You have to stay here for a week while they give you antibiotics." 


"Oh no." I groaned 


"Hey... it's okay. We get to visit two beautiful cities instead of one." 


"I am sorry, really I feel bad." 


"Stop apologizing. You're okay... but don't ever scare me like this again. I don't like it when you keep things from me Ellie. Do you have any idea how bad things could've gotten?!" He asked me sternly 


"It's just an infection." I said in a small voice


"No, it's not 'just an infection', this could've done a lot of damage to your body, and we're lucky that we caught it in time!" he growled 


And not in a good way... in a bad way, like a father chastising his bad child. 


Tears filled my eyes and I nibbled on my bottom lip.


"I'm sorry." I whispered with a sniff.


His face softened and he sighed, getting up from the chair he was sitting in. 


"I need to go and walk." He said 


"Will you come back?" 


"Of course I will... I just need a breather." 


He grabbed my face in his hands and he kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks, and then my lips. Momentarily he held his forehead against mine and took a deep breath.  


"Don't cry. I'm not that angry okay? You just scared me." 


I nodded wordlessly and with one last stroke of my cheek, he left. I laid there with what seemed hours and had dozed off until he returned with delicious smelling food. 


"Are you hungry?" He asked me with a smile 


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