I'm Obsessed With My Own Blood

Chapter 3 : The Light Has Finally Reflected Off The Waters

CAROLINE

"Ahhh!" I feel someone carry me from the back as I was cooking and kisses filled my face.

"I miss you"

"I miss you too" then he gives me a quick kiss. And I taste the alcohol

"Did you drink? Again? Do you do this often?" my worry building up. Then he put his face on my shoulder.

"Yes and no" he replied. I was about to confront him when he cut me off.

"Shh! I still had a hangover. I have no time for you to give me a lesson. Can I rest for a while?" I sense tiredness in his voice and I softened. I nodded. He kisses my forehead first before I hear the door of the bedroom closed.

When it was time for dinner I went inside to wake him up. And then I feel his temperature rises. I cupped his forehead and then touched his neck, he has a fever! This man, really!

I went outside to grab a bowl and went inside. Feels like a deja vu but who am I kidding it was just only hours ago. I wipe him and took off his clothes just in case he feels hot. I went outside to cook him soup then I went to him.

"Kuya" I shake him.

"Hmm"

"Dinner" he opens his eyes when he hears those words. Probably shock that it was dinner time. Then suddenly arises from the bed.

"Careful, love!" I kind of shouted at him. I bet he got dizzy because he massage his temple. "You got a fever. You're dumb. You already drank a little last night. Then look, you drink too much today"

"I'm sorry. I was with Kyle and Gregz last night" I ignore it and just get the soup and feed him. I let him taste it if it's not too hot. Then I put on a pillow behind him to make his position comfortable before I continue.

"You rest," I said when he was finished. I get up from the bed but he pulls me down gently.

"Stay please," said the sick one. I sighed but nodded anyway. I lay down beside him, and quickly his arms encircled my waist.

"You called me 'love' a while ago" I feel the smile in his voice. "Hmm? You know love, there were a lot of girls out there who were flirting with me. I wanted to shout out to them that I fvcking have a pretty girlfriend, you bitches." I laugh. "But my friends were there" I look at him and I saw him pouting. I pinch his cheeks. Why is he ranting now?! It's cuteee.

"I still remember the last convo we had in bed. You said you were thinking that maybe I'll find another woman" he smiled bitterly. D*mn, maybe it is the alcohol affecting his systems. "I can't do that, okay? Never." a tear rushed down his cheek. What?! Is he crying?! That brought a tingle in my heart.

"I love you" he continues.

"I love you too," I said and he kissed me. And after that, I pretend to put the bowls back on the counter. But truly, I feel sick in my stomach when I tasted the alcohol in our kiss. I vomit there.

"Bunso? Are you okay? Are you sick?" I heard his voice then I felt him rub my back. Damn! I'm doomed. Even though I haven't gone to the doctor, I know why! I'm not dumb! But I ain't sure yet. Give him a reply, self!

"I'm fine," I said in a calm voice. "Why did you stand up? You have a fever." Sh*t! F*ck!

"You sure?" ignoring my second question.

"Hell yeah, kuya"

Luckily he didn't suspect anything and just went back to our room. I cleaned the sink and wash the bowl, and went back there.