I hate you, I love you - Simbar (Completed)

Part 6

                   

A/N: This is a bit crappy... Hope you like it. Will post more soon :)

Ámbar's POV

The next day when I wake up, every single part of my body hurts. Even moving my toes is painful. Not to mention the fact that the light coming from my window is so bright my head might explode. Who would think that after an ugly day like yesterday, today's morning would be so sunny. Definitely not me...

I check the clock on the wall to see what time it is, which makes me blink twice to make sure I am seeing well. 2 pm? How did this happen? I don't think I have ever woken up past 11 am, and that was already pretty late for me.

I jump of bed, a stupid decision might I add, which makes me dizzy and even more confused. I slept more hours than ever but it still feels l was hit by a truck. Guess it's payback for every single thing I have done. Simón will be happy his wishes were fulfilled.

Sneezing non-stop, I lie down in bed again. To make matters worse, my stomach decides it is a good time to give sign of life, and it's almost like I haven't eaten in days. I growl and get up again.

I have two options, either I stay in my room all day, which was a good idea in theory but not so much in practise, or I could head downstairs to grab something to eat and show everyone just how awful I am.

Option number two is something I would have never even considered in my "normal state" but hungry, sick and exhausted Ámbar doesn't really care. So this one will be.

When I get to the stairs it suddenly hits me that I am still wearing Simón's coat, so I take it off, staying in my black t-shirt and golden silk shorts.

I can hear voices coming from downstairs, so I take a deep breath and start descending the stairs.

"Ámbar!" Alfredo exclaims when he sees me, getting up from the couch and heading my direction. "There you are! I wasn't sure whether or not I should go check on you. Carolina said you hadn't left your room yet. How are you feeling?" He continues and puts a hand in my forehead, concern taking over his face. "You are burning! Come with me! You need to take something to reduce your temperature."

"Just a second. Carolina, can you please wash this for me. As soons as you can? Thank you." I ask the maid, handing her the coat. She nods and heads to the machine room.

Alfredo takes me by the hand to the kitchen where Monica is cleaning the table.

"Oh, Ms. Ámbar. How are you?" She asks when she see me. Before I have time to answer, Alfredo talks for me. "Monica, can you get her some medicine, see has a fever."  To which she replies with a nod, disappearing afterwards.

Alfredo pulls out a chair for me, and points, telling me to sit. I do as I was told, leaning my head on the table. My stomach growls, making me blush and sit straight.

A plate with bread, a slice of cake and fruits is placed in from of me, as well as a glass of what I assume is orange juice. "Thank you!"

"Oh, you eat, my poor child. Monica made this for breakfast and I can tell by experience that everything is amazing!"

I nod and literally attack the food. It is in fact delicious, and even if it wasn't, I would still enjoy, that's how hungry I was.

Monica returns with a pair of pills, which I take along with a tea she prepared, giving me no time to complain (again). I suddenly feel really really cold, even after drinking the hot beverage. It's better if I put on some warmer clothes.

"Thank you much for everything. It was all great! Thank you, Alfredo. I am going to get changed now."

I leave the kitchen a little better than a few minutes ago. When I get to my bedroom, closing the door behind me, it hits me that I have no idea what we should wear when we are sick.