"I hate you." My voice cracks as I tell him.
His feet stop at the door.
I clutch the bedsheet tightly around my chest as he turns around with an emotionless face.
"Then there will be a lot of hate fucking between us." A smirk curve his lips as his g...
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My eyes open up to strange voices and I curse the heavens as light directly pierces through my delicate lashes, causing the nerves of my eyeballs to stretch painfully.
The Sun is shining and birds chirping outside, but everything seems gray and lifeless inside me. I sigh depressingly as I remain trapped beneath the suffocating weight of my sadness.
"Oxygen saturation level is at 98%, indicating optimal oxygenation." Once again strange voices fill the room, seeming unintelligent to me at first.
Confusion takes a hold of me and I lift my heavy eyelids against the assaulting rays of warm lights that directly sear through my eyes.
As I try to make sense of the surrounding, my gaze settles on an unavoidable figure in front of me. I see Dakota sitting with a serious look on his heartless face, holding my hand gently in his as he talks to himself. "Report body temperature and blood pressure."
His hand gently grasp my wrist and it takes me a few seconds to realise that he is monitoring my pulse rate through the watch on my hand.
"Blood pressure seems functioning stable at 120/80 while body temperature is recorded above normal range at 38 degrees Celsius, suggesting to assess for potential abnormalities." The cold, robotic voice resonates in the room, yet remains devoid of any meaning to my clouded head.
I try to sit up but my body aches. Every nerve in me protest to move, as if I am stuck under the weight of a heavy rock and the only thing I could move, is my eyes. I notice a thick blanket wrapped around me while I lie still in the same luxurious sheetless bed.
Sensing my restlessness, Dakota immediately notices my awakening. His eyes focus on my face and his features soften. With a gentle motion, he removes the cool, damp cloth from my forehead and gives me a comforting smile.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty." He whispers softly in my ear as he gently guides me to sit up.
My head spins and I feel my body almost crying from inside, begging me to sleep again and shut myself from the pain throbbing inside me.
Instantly, I feel a supportive arm behind me, providing a secure anchor as I struggle to find a balance. Green eyes observe me silently and when he is certain that I won't fall back, he settles back into his previous position.
"You have been sleeping for the past four hours." Dakota tells me, his voice laced with genuine concern. "And when I came to check up on you, I noticed how hotter you have become, not that you aren't always hot."
He gives me a playful wink in an attempt to make me feel better but in reality, his words make no sense to me. As if darkness has gripped my soul from all sides, and I sit still like a doll, without blinking or talking.
"It appears like you have developed a fever, likely due to sleeping with damp hair and your body couldn't fight back as effectively because you have eaten nothing for the past 20 hours."
