TWO and a half weeks has already flew by but unfortunately and strangely- you were still sick.
Your friends and spouse has been telling you to go to the hospital all over again but you just didn't follow their advice, you thought it was some simple temporary fever.
His hand brushed your hair out of your face while maintaining a worried expression
You were taking a nap until your felt your spouse caress your forehead which what made you wake up. "Dai.. stop worryi..ng.."
"How can I not? I'm overwhelmed right now." he pouts until it turns into a slight visible frown across his face.
"(Y/n), we're going to the hospital now whether you like it or not."
Whenever he says your actual name other than stupid nicknames, it was an automatic signal for you that he has already reached the peak of his limits-
Like you can't do anything but just follow whatever he orders.
He walked out of the bedroom you had been for the last two and a half weeks.
Because you could barely move an inch or do anything without a person helping you like some ninety-year old grandma who has lost the stability to live.
You could hear him call the maids, ordering them to get you ready with a more of an appropriate appearance and outfit than just wearing weird, bizarre monkey pajamas.
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