The Wild Angel

Chapter 4: Love Sick

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. Maeve couldn't shake the image of Azra's intense gaze from their mind.

Maeve's classes had just ended, and she was on the way to the parking lot where Azra was already waiting. As Maeve walked, she felt dizzy and lightheaded.

When she reached Azra, the professor was quiet and cold, hardly speaking a word.

Maeve climbed into the car, glancing at the professor. "Hey, okay ka lang, Azra?"

Azra started pulling out of the parking lot as soon as Maeve got in the car. She kept her eyes on the road and answered, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just need to clear my head."

Maeve sighed, feeling too weak to press further. The drive home was thick with unspoken tension. The quiet was broken only by the noise outside. Azra kept glancing at Maeve, noticing her closed eyes and pale face. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of worry, but her pride held her back from asking if Maeve was okay. She was still pissed at what she saw at the gazebo.

When they arrived at the condo, Azra said, "I'm going to the bar."

"Bar? Ganito kaaga? Weekday pa talaga?" Maeve asked before getting out of the car, confused and feeling weak.

Azra shrugged. "I just need a break." She noticed Maeve's pale face and tired eyes again but brushed off her concern, deciding to check on her later.

At the resto bar, Azra started drinking. She kept thinking about Maeve and the girl she was with at the gazebo. Azra had a high tolerance for alcohol, being a party girl.

A handsome foreigner eyed her from afar, making her smirk. As it got dark, people started filling the bar, and the DJ began playing loud music.

The foreigner finally approached Azra, asking her to join his table with his friends since she was alone. Azra gladly joined and flirted with him, but her mind kept drifting back to Maeve. The guy invited her to the dance floor, dancing closely, almost rubbing against her. Azra was used to this and didn't mind at all.

"Having a good time?" the guy asked. His breath was hot against her ear.

"Yeah," Azra replied absently. Her thoughts were still with Maeve.

Her phone vibrated, and she saw Maeve calling. Excusing herself, she stepped outside. "Hello?" Azra said, but only heard muffled painful cries. She felt nervous and quickly drove to their condo, heading straight to Maeve's unit.

The door was slightly open, making her even more anxious. She slowly opened it and found Maeve on the floor with her phone beside her. She rushed to Maeve and felt her forehead—it was burning hot. Panic surged through her, but she managed to think clearly about what to do next.

"Maeve, can you hear me? Anong nangyari?" Azra's voice shook with worry.

Maeve groaned softly, barely opening her eyes. "A-ang sama... ng pakiramdam ko..."

"Kaya mo bang tumayo? Alalayan kita ah," Azra guided Maeve to her bedroom. Once Maeve was in bed, she fetched a basin and towel for a sponge bath.

Azra closed the door, realizing she had forgotten it in her worry for Maeve.

As she put the basin on the table beside the bed, Azra's hands trembled. She turned back to Maeve, who looked up at her with half-lidded eyes. Her face was flushed with fever. "Tatanggalin ko damit mo ha? Para mahilamusan kita at makapagpalit ka. Kanina pa 'tong damit mo, basa pa ng pawis," Azra said. Her voice was wavering slightly.