AN: Last update for this week. Happy weekend everyone!
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"Haitham?" You lightly rap on his bedroom door. Upon learning from Guilier that he missed work today, concern gnawed at you, prompting a visit to his house.
A subsequent knock yields no response.
"Haitham, I'm coming in," you announce.
Crossing the threshold, you find him still in bed. Approaching, you reach out and touch his arm.
"Y-you're running a fever," you stammer, your anxiety spiking. Without delay, you rush to the clinic, placing a call to the doctor.
Swiftly, the doctor tends to him, diagnosing a simple fever.
"Administer the medication every four hours, my lady. No need to worry; it's a mild fever," the doctor assures.
"Is he in any danger?" you inquire.
The doctor lets out a chuckle. "No need for concern, my lady. He'll make a full recovery."
"Thank you," you reply gratefully.
With the doctor's departure, you return to Alhaitham's side.
He remains asleep.
You remain a steadfast presence. Every four hours, you rouse him to take his medicine.
"I've brought soup. My cooking skills are lacking, I'm afraid," you confess as you set the soup on his lap and hand him a spoon.
"Don't worry, dear. I appreciate it," he murmurs, his forehead gently resting against yours.
"Finish your meal, then get some rest," you urge, cupping his cheek and aiding him in eating.
You don't leave his side throughout the day.
As Alhaitham's condition improves, he awakens to find you slumbering in the chair beside him. Still holding his hand, your weariness is evident.
Gently, Alhaitham rises and lifts you, carefully laying you on his bed before stepping away. He discovers the entire house tidied, even his desk organized and the fridge thoroughly cleaned.
"Oh, by the gods, she's beyond amazing."
The next memory is of waking up beside Alhaitham. His arms encircle you, his chin resting on your shoulder.
His fever has abated, and his temperature is back to normal.
"Thank goodness," you exclaim softly.
You attempt to extricate yourself from his embrace, yet it proves futile.
"Where are you off to?" His voice, low and almost a whisper, sends a shiver down your arm.
"I need to use the bathroom, Alhaitham," you respond.
He lets out a sigh and releases his grip, allowing you to go.
You head to the bathroom and complete your task.
"Love," Alhaitham's voice beckoned.
"What is it?"
"Come here... I need you."
Approaching his bed, he reached out, pulling you into a tight embrace.
"I'm not a teddy bear, you know," you teased as he wound his legs around you.
No reply; he simply held you close.
"Haithaaam!" His playful bite on your shoulder took you by surprise. He chuckled and released you. "Why'd you do that?"
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