Cupid's Work ✔

CHAPTER TWELVE

CUPID'S WORK

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CHAPTER TWELVE

"Have some rest" Eric patted on my back gently. Like a stranger. He had his back turned against, walked to the door as he paused. Then, he turned around, smiled at me, "Take care." and closed the door.

He just left.

My eyes blurred. I stared sightless at the space that Eric had long gone. I frowned in disbelief as my heart ached. I tried taking a few deep breath. Tears were welling up from the corners of my eyes.

"Something is going on between..." Henry frowned, "you and Eric Donovan?"

I darted from his curiosity, "I-I... don't know."

Henry gave a brief nod, "This is like the first time I ever heard you having confused feelings."

Did I? 

I pouted my lips, frowned at the aching that were stirring in my heart. Eyes wandered to the window of that tall trees swinging along the breeze. I looked down, holding my phone up, unlocking it repeatedly in hoping to see new messages or missed call. But nothing happened. He didn't call.

The sequence of what happened was blurred. I could vividly recollected some images of doctor and nurses entering and exiting the room. Sometimes, I noticed Mother tailing the doctor. It was as if she would be able to get any first-hand information from the doctor. I knew she was worried about me. Yet, I had no strength to care about anything as my heart ached every beat.

Henry sat again beside my bed, "You should rest"

I let out a sigh, as Henry helped me to sit up. With much effort, cold sweats engulfing me while I tried to resist the tiresome as the pain from my back crept on me. I panted slightly, looking at the guy that had a face filled with worries. Why isn't that from Eric?

"You had no idea."

"Why not?" Henry patted his hand on mine, "There is always time to worry about everything in the world"

I smirked, "I'm pathetic."

Having lying here, injured on the hospital bed as my mind were all about why Eric's sudden change of attitude was pathetic. Was he feeling guilty about the whole incident? Didn't he saw this coming? To think I had been a matchmaker for others, yet I was helpless with my own love affair. I bit my lips, suppressing the warm tears that were forming at the edge of my eyes.

"Well... anything can wait" Henry cooed, "Just rest well first."

I let out a sigh, rolled onto my favourite side and closed my eyes. Slowly, darkness replaced my thoughts. Strange images flashed across my mind as I find myself fidgeting again. The heavy eyelid pried open to the bright light. Sun ray pierced through those window alongside, as I realised it was the start of another day.

My eyes turned to the side table, where the motionless phone laid quietly. I stretched over, to grab the phone. I slide across the screen, unlocking the phone to catch a glimpse of any miss call or new message. I inhaled deeply, frowned as I stared sightless.

Eric still didn't call.

A knock sounded me, I turned around and noticed a doctor came in with Mother and Henry.

"I'm Doctor Charles. How's your rest?"

"I'm good."

"Very well... Let's see if you're doing fine..." The doctor held a small torch in his hand, examine my pupils. I blinked in discomfort at the flickering light. He did a brief nod, glancing over the BP monitor before examining the wound on my back.