NEVER EVER (Charlotte's story)

Chapter 64: Warmth and Coldness

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"Can you stand?"

I shuddered, as the deep, manly voiced somehow pulled my woozy self back into time.

I tried, hard, to open my eyes.

They opened a tiny millimeter, enough for me to barely catch a glimpse of what was happening.

I was lying across his chest.

More like, I was completely sagging against him, while he stood before me as straight as an iron rod.

I had no idea how Rickard Ellington managed to turn around the desk fast enough without me collapsing to the ground, but he somehow did, and managed to hold me in my place, just in time.

His large, hard hands were holding both my shoulders to support me, and I somehow didn't seem much fazed by his action.

I was in pain.

I have always been a fellow of severe cold during winter days. I recall I always used to skip school for days when I caught a cold, because it usually came with a fever, and a severe throat pain.

And wow. The body of the twenty-two year-old me still possesses the same response to the same winter colds.

I breathed hard, and tried to move.

My legs were shivering, and they screamed at me when I tried to move them.

Ughh cold! I'm cold! And yet-yet somehow my heart feels warm!

No, be silent, Charlotte!

What to do now?! I exclaimed at myself. Dayum! I need to go home, move, my legs!!

I tried again, and almost swayed to the ground again, but his hands still gripped tightly on my shoulders.

I groaned, as I shivered, and shut my eyes in pain.

"N-No." the word escaped me in a shivering moan.

He went silent for a second, and I kept my eyes shut, as my ears whistled.

"I see," he finally murmured, and then took a short low breath, "What about moving, with support? Can you walk with my support?" I forced my eyes open, and blinked dazedly at him.

"Wh-Wha..." I breathed.

"Can you walk if I... hold you? If not, then I will have someone carry you down." he voiced, composedly, not fazed by a single worry.

"Humph!" I frowned, although I could barely see him, "You won't carry me yourself?" the words slipped out of my lips before being studied.

I felt him slightly, almost unnoticeably stiffen.

And my already fever-flushed face flushed more.

"You..." he seemed a bit reluctant about his words.

Darn! Charlotte, get a hang of yourself! You start blabbering unreasonable things when you have a fever!

I forced my legs to move at that, and opened my eyes a bit.

"I-I can move, I think, it's not that bad." I voiced faintly, but his hands nevertheless remained for my support.

And we moved at that.

We reached the golden elevator, got in, and he pressed it to descend down to the ground floor.

I had no idea when had we reached the ground floor ─whether after six, or ten minutes, I had slept the short time through.