chapter 35:
rose hasn't stopped itching, that she woke adam up.
"what's wrong?" he asks her, while turning the lamp on.
"rose, it's 2 am. go back to sleep."
adam's vision is a bit blurry that he can't make out that rose's eyes are glassy.
"what's wrong?" he sets his pillow behind his back to rest his naked-back against it.
"adam, there are bugs everywhere. look at my skin" she cries.
adam rubs his eyes and gently takes her hand off of her arm to stop itching.
"stop itching. you'll make it worse." he brings her closer to him by her arm. "let me see."
adam takes a look at her skin and finds angry red marks and bites.
"baby, these aren't bug bites. this is an allergic reaction."
"but adam, I saw bugs on the wall-" she tries to talk but he cuts her off.
"love, there aren't any bugs here. I know what I'm saying. this is from something that you've eaten. maybe from the lemon popsicle you had."
"do you have them anywhere else or just on your arm?" he asks her.
"I don't know. maybe my neck." she itches her neck and jaw, causing adam to take her hand to stop her irritating the skin more.
"it hurts" she groans in pain.
"I know, I know." his tone turns softer.
he takes a look at her skin and finds marks on her cheek, jaw, temple, shoulder, arm, fingers, and ankle.
"oh, sweet girl. I'm sorry." he kisses all over her marks.
he gets up and takes her with him to the bathroom.
he turns on the cold water and brings her arm under the running water.
"I know it's cold, I know, but this will help" he coos.
he continues rubbing the areas in cold water until all her irritated skin is covered in water.
"sit here." he motions to the closed toilet-seat. "why?" she asks tiredly.
"I have a cream for allergies. I'll rub it on your skin, and hopefully when you wake up tomorrow, they'll be gone."
rose watches him open his suitcase and take out a brown-colored bag.
inside the bag, there are multiple creams, sprays, and medicine bottles.
"these are for emergencies, like now." he steps closer to her and rests both his knees on the cold floor.
"I'm sorry I woke you up" she says, innocently while watching him rub the cold cream on her jaw.
"don't say sorry, my love" he tells her before getting up and turning his back to her.
"do not. itch. at all. understand, pretty girl?" he looks at her when he doesn't get an answer and finds her itching her finger.
"no no no, rose. I'm serious. don't itch." he takes both her hands in one of his.
"just one more" she says but adam shakes his head.
"no, we're going back to sleep and I'm holding both your hands, so you don't itch anymore."
they both sleep until 10:32. or at least only rose.
she wakes up before adam and finds her hands still in adam's.
