Cann sighed, lying down on his bed, but sleep wouldn't come. His thoughts were consumed by Ritika. He couldn't stop wondering-should he tell her about Delitz? Should he tell Delitz about Ritika? But why? Ritika was just his neighbor, his friend. He...
Cann drives his car into the parking lot and notices the basement and garden area are empty. He parks, glancing over at Ritika, who seems to be burning up. Her skin is hot to the touch. Worried, he checks her temperature with his hand and finds it alarmingly high.
Without wasting time, he opens the car door, gently lifts her, and rushes toward the elevator.
As the doors close, his phone rings—it's Delitz. Cann ignores the call, too focused on Ritika. The phone rings again, but he still doesn't answer.
Finally, he reaches the apartment, lays Ritika carefully on the floor, and answers Delitz’s call.
“Why the hell weren’t you picking up?" Delitz snaps.
“I was busy. What do you want?” Cann replies, his tone curt.
“I’m not coming home tonight. Staying at a friend’s place,” Delitz says.
“Okay,” Cann replies, and immediately hangs up.
He searches through Ritika’s bag and finds her apartment keys, but hesitates, concerned about her fever. Kneeling beside her, he thinks for a moment before deciding. He lifts her again, carrying her into his own apartment and laying her on his bed.
Ritika murmurs something in her sleep. Cann leans in closer, trying to make out what she’s saying, but her words are incoherent.
He changes into more comfortable clothes and retrieves a thermometer, placing it gently in her mouth.
“She’s got a fever,” he whispers to himself after reading the temperature.
Cann gathers some medications but stops, remembering she’s drunk. He opts instead for a wet cloth, placing it on her forehead.
Every few minutes, he changes the cloth until her fever begins to subside. Finally, he covers her with a warm blanket, pats her head softly, and switches off the light.
As He retreats to the adjacent room to sleep Ritika unconsciously holds Cann's hand. She murmurs something in her sleep again like she's having a nightmare.
Can holds on to Ritika and lays bedsides her, he could see her more clearly now, the moles on her face he never noticed were more vibrant now.
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He cherishes every moment he gazes at her, savoring it as if it's the most beautiful experience of his life. His soul feels at peace, and his heartbeat slows, steady and calm.
Lost in the moment, he becomes unaware of the outside world, wishing he could spend all of his time with her, enveloped in this quiet bliss.
Without thinking, he reaches out and brushes a stray lock of hair from her face. His fingers linger for a moment longer than necessary, feeling the warmth of her skin, the softness of her hair
