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17.

The second I walked into Neymar's house, I started feeling sick.

"Are you okay?" He asked me while I was pretending as if nothing was wrong. 

I cooked up a smile and told him that I was completely okay. In reality I was freaking out.

"I just need to use the restroom." I told him and got up. He pointed upstairs and I gladly went. I needed as far away from him as possible. I went inside and checked my face, first thing in the mirror. It was pale, really pale. Anybody could tell, something was off. Just as my mind registered that something was wrong, my body started reacting. 

My heartrate shot up in panic and I started sweating. I washed my face with cold water to cool off but to no avail. I had to take off my jersey. My head started spinning and I sat down on the seat to get myself together.

In about two minutes, I threw up. After I was done, I was even dizzier. I suddenly felt as if the life had been sucked out of me. Just because I wasn't in my own home, I felt highly uncomfortable. But I pulled myself up and rinsed my mouth with a mouthwash I found lying around. But that was it.

My body gave up after that. I slid down to the carpet with my head in my hands.

I didn't know when he came in but the next thing I knew, Neymar was by my side. 

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" 

I didn't really answer him.

He picked me up as if I weighed nothing and soon, there were soft sheets below me. For some reason, I kept feeling really hot. Sometime later, a speck of energy came back to me and I sat up to drink some water. I felt a bit better immediately.

"I don't know. I just feel sick." I told him when he asked again.

I just wanted to sleep for sometime and he let me. I couldn't have been more thankful because Neymar's sheets were a wonder to sleep in. I guess I had only slept a half hour when I woke up. It was getting dark in the room because the sun was setting. The second I sat up, I realized I had started my period which sent me into panic as well as shock. I checked the sheets. Thankfully, they were fine. I already had the supplies for this situation, on me and did what was required. I wondered if I had gotten sick because of this.

I marched downstairs feeling a bit weird. I felt a little out of place in the poshness of the house. Now, that the sun had dimmed, the house was brighter artificially. When I climbed down the last step, Neymar appeared from somewhere, obviously he had heard me coming down.

He immediately came upto me and cupped my face. His face was lined with worry again.

"Hey, how are you feeling now?" he asked.

"Better." I answered. I pulled his hands away from my face because his touch was making me shiver. 

"Are you hungry?" he questioned further. I felt nauseous just at the mention of eating. I did not want anything to eat. So, I shook my head no. 

"Water?" he was honestly running out of things to offer.

"Can I just go home?" 

His facial expressions changed. And he rolled his eyes. "No, just stay here. I can take care of you that way."

I pouted, "But I wanna go home."

"Please, Mira." he pleaded.

I knew he wasn't really giving me a choice. He was stubborn af. So, I gave in. "Fine."

His face lit up at that and he guided me to another part of the house. It was the lounge area I guess. There was a very comfortable looking couch there and I plopped on it, covering myself with a fuzzy blanket.

"Are you cold?" he asked me when I wrapped myself with the blanket. 

"A little but this is good." 

He made us some hot chocolate which I couldn't refuse even though I wasn't feeling like ingesting anything. I only drank half of it. 

"Would you like to see a doctor or anything? I can get that arranged."

"No, I'm fine. Its probably nothing. Maybe I ate something bad." I said.

Then, we just talked for a while. About anything and everything.

"How's your foot?" I asked him.

"Fine."

"Can I see it?"

"Why?"

"Come on, I just want to inspect."

"Mira, can you just not be my physiotherapist in my home?"

"Neymar, I know your injury's bad. But you deny it. I could lose my job like this." I explained to him.

His face fell for a second. "Its not that bad."

"I think you should miss a game and focus on rehabilitating your foot." I told him.

"But I'm okay. I don't need to miss a game." he started getting angry.

"Neymar, please. Just listen to me this one time. You really need the rest." 

It took me a lot of time to convince him but In the end I finally did. He agreed to miss a game but he was irritated to say the least. I informed to the doctor I report to so, the information can be passed on to required authorities. The next game was against Villareal and the team would have to do without Neymar. 

"Come on, its just one game. Okay? I'm only doing this for your own good. Everyone on the med team approves of this. It isn't just my decision." I don't know why I was explaining this to him.

"Alright. Can you just quit talking about it?" He snapped.

I nodded. I didn't want to agitate him further.

Then, he had his dinner while I just watched television. For some reason, my energy was drained out of my body. I really wanted to go back to my apartment. 

Suddenly, my phone rang. I looked at my screen and froze for a minute. It was an unknown number but I recognised it.

Damien. Calling on my phone. How could he have possibly gotten my number? 

"Aren't you going to answer that?" I heard Neymar's voice from the kitchen.

In a moment of panic I cut the call. The last thing I wanted was to hear Damien's voice. Just the mention of him brought shivers down my spine. I just felt scared in that moment. I couldn't bear if he ever found me. 

Neymar had finished with his dinner and marched towards me."Who was it?" he asked.

"Noone." I replied.

He gave me a suspicious snarky laugh but thankfully left it at that.

***

"You don't even want dessert?" he asked me.

I shook my head fiercely.

I was annoyed with all the food mentions but honestly he was just trying to look after me.

I was a bit worried about my apetite because I never go that long without eating.

"You need to see a doctor." he told me once we were sitting comfortable inside the blanket.

I just looked up at him.

He was sitting just next to me. "You're shivering." 

I had been feeling cold and hot at the same time which is code for sick. But I was hoping it was a weather trick. I didn't say anything but next thing I know he just wrapped his arms around me. And boy, he was warm. 

I just drifted into a dreamy sleep.

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