Saving Mr. Popular

Chapter 5: Awake

After a few hours of reading, Andrya doze up. She fell asleep with her eyeglasses and some documents on top of her.

Luckily, her nana went upstairs to check on both of them. She silently opened the door, she saw the guy sleeping comfortably and in deep sleep. Then she saw Andrya on the couch, sleeping in an uncomfortable sitting position.

Nana took off her glasses and the documents and put them on the table near the couch. She pulled something underneath the couch, and then the couch became a sofa bed. She guided her to lie down comfortably and tucked her inside a blanket. She turned off the excess lights leaving only one shade of lighting then slowly exiting the room.

In the middle of Andrya's deep sleep, she heard someone scream. She thought she was dreaming.

"Noooooooo!" Another scream in the room.

Andrya's POV

I woke up from that scream. I scratched my eyes and waited for my body to slowly adjust from the unexpected wakening. I moved my legs towards the edge of the sofa bed.

Nana must have checked me out because the couch was already a sofa bed.

"Go away! Pleeeeaaaaaaase!"

Another scream, then heard that it was him who was making the noise. Damn it! I stood up and quickly went to the bed where he was lying. He's sweating and panting, tilting his head to the right and left.

He's dreaming. It's probably a bad one. A nightmare, maybe.

I sat on the chair I put in last night. I turned my head and examined the clock, it was 3:35 a.m.

He was grunting. That might be really bad, I hushed him and stroked his hair carefully.

"Don't leave me, please!" He said begging still with his eyes closed, breathing heavily and then he started raising his left hand, the one with dextrose.

He looks in pain. I didn't think twice and carefully grabbed it slowly holding it and pressing cautiously to make him feel safe. And bring it beside him. I have read this in a couple of books - holding someone's hand is a small gesture that can make anyone feel safe. 

Remember, Andrya, No stress. He can't feel pain. He needs proper rest! I told myself.

I continued stroking his hair with my right hand while my free hand still holding his dextrosed hand, I did that until I felt that he was at ease and calm.

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He was already calm. He went back to sleeping peacefully while she continued doing it, she didn't realize she slowly dropped her hand and head at the side of the bed and fell asleep while still holding his hand.

She's facing him.

It's morning

HIS' POV

I felt the sun hitting my face.