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My alarm watch rings, making sit up quickly. I groan softly, rubbing my eyes. I stand on my feet to get some water. I open the door to the kitchen when I see Qahhar making a plate filled with junk food.

I saw a Burger, fries, and salad on the side like that was going to change anything.

Our eyes meet, a piece of fries in his mouth and some sticking out. "Don't tell me you're eating that."

"I'm not. There's another bag." He lifts a delivery bag before taking a seat. "How about we add something to spice up your meal?" I smile walking up to him.

"What is it?"

"Avocados, it will definitely spice up that salad." I cross my arms, nodding.

He furrows his brows, leaning back in the chair. "I'm not a toddler, i see what you're doing."

I put my hand down. "But I'll eat it since your not doing it for your own good but for mine so, I'll check the fridge." He opens the fridge, looking for anything healthy for him.

I sit on the chair, looking at him checking. The worst thing about being a nurse or working in a hospital is being attached to your patient and I am.

Professionally.

"Your going to eat the same thing." He serves my fast food on the plate. "Here you go." He slides it across the island.

"Thank you. So I went back home and finally did it."

"And?"

"I slept immediately, I can't believe it. I'm still shocked." I say smiling widely. "That's great."

He smiles eating when I realized he looks different. He's a bit pale and thinner, less muscular.

"Are you okay?" I stand up walking to him. "I'm....I'm not. I feel terrible, tired." He admits hesitantly.

He's way taller than me, I couldn't touch his forehead. "Please sit." He sits down in front of me as I check his temperature and pulse.

His pulse was somewhat slow and his temperature high. "Everything good?" He asks not a hint of worry in his tone.

"I'm coming, I need to make a call." I take my phone out and walked out of the kitchen.

I call Dr. Haleem. "Hello? Doctor."

"Everything alright nurse?" He asks as I sigh. "Qahhar....the patient is pale. He feels tired too."

Haleem mutters something I couldn't hear. "What?"

"His leukaemia is growing fast." He starts explaining. "From his results and file, his leukaemia wasn't a fast growing one but now, it is slowly catching up the pace. There's still a lot of time."

I sit, wondering what is the solution. "There's therapy but not now. The leukemia hasn't formed much. If we use any type of therapy, it will increase its growth. Just give him the right things for him to eat, okay? Now, check if he has swollen lymph nodes or not. Get back to me."

"Okay, thank you." I hang up, feeling a sense of sadness. I complain everyday about my life when he has to face this everyday. I get back to the kitchen.

"What about the tax returns? I haven't been there for two days and you want to outsmart me, don't push me."

Qahhar warns someone on the phone. "Get back to me as soon as possible." He hangs up then looks at me.

"What's wrong?" He places his phone beside his phone. I shake my head and smiling. "It's just that you were different on the phone." I take my spoon. He smiles, putting his bowl in the sink.

"I guess, what's wrong that you had to check my temperature moments ago?"

"Just checking on your vitals, but you know we need to be going to the hospital for check ups."

I walk to the sink, washing the bowls. "Okay, when are we going?" He leans on the sink, his arms crossed. "Maybe next month since I've already taken enough blood sample for this month."

He nods. "Okay, how about you rest for the day?"

"Leaving you alone? That's not an option only at night." I dry my hands with the kitchen rag after he dries the bowls.

"When will you start staying with me at night?" His smirks, cocking his head to the side. I smile, leaning closer to him. "Never going to happen."

I went out of the kitchen, my phone ringing. I take it out of my pocket and picked up the call without checking who it was.

"Hey, you should come to the hospital at 5pm. There's a meeting that will be held."

"Thanks, I'll be there". I hang up, curious about what it could be. I hit the phone lightly in my palm.   Qahhar walks to the stairs, on a phone call. It sounded formal so maybe it's work.

I went upstairs, still not used to all of this luxury. I pull out my phone taking pictures. I drop my hands to my sides, shaking my head. Sometimes its not all about money, not to sound inconsiderate but he has all the money, not a cure yet.

"You love paintings." He says from afar. "Yeah, I didn't realize it till recently."

He nods. "Which one do you like the most?"

I point at the painting that had paint splattered all over it, no drawing or anything, just mixed colors that made sense.

"You can take it if you want." He walks over as I laugh, shaking my head. "Where will I keep it and what will I tell my mom?"

"She wouldn't approve?"

"No, she's going to love it. It's just that she'll start pressurizing me. Most probably he likes you so now you can marry someone."

I roll my eyes, he smiles. "Really?"

"Yeah, I had to push every male friend away because she started thinking we can be together."

I continue looking at the painting. Qahhar standing behind me. "She cares about you."

I sigh. "I know but she's pressurizing me and every time I try to deflate the situation, she gets hurt and angry at me."

He turns me around gently so I could face him. His hands placed on my shoulder as he leans closer to me. "Then don't deflate the situation, just tell her. If she doesn't believe you then let it go. I would pay for any family of mine to care for me."

"Don't take it for granted." He adds, leaning back and dropping his hands to his sides. "Okay." I nod, realizing how I am actually lucky. "You know, you can take her away."

He walks away, smiling while shaking his head. "Where are you going?" I follow to tease him.

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