"Calla..."
"Mmm?" Who is calling me? I want to sleep more. I am too tired. Suddenly I felt that something is brushing my cheeks.
"Calla?"
I slowly open my eyes to see what was it that brushed my cheeks and disturbed my slumber. I looked up and a pair of hazel eyes are staring at me. Claude smiled while his fingers caressed my cheeks. "Good morning, Calla."
I jumped from embarrassment. I slept at his bedside while I was taking care of him. "How...How do you feel?"
Claude chuckles. "Much better but I think you should get some rest, Calla."
And leave him behind? "I couldn't."
"Calla, I am much in a better condition than you are. You barely slept!"
But I can't. I was a Registered Nurse who later became a Med Student. It is my duty and responsibility to take care of the sick.
A loud knock bothered me from talking to myself. It was Philip who was glaring at me. "Calla, leave. I would like to talk to Duke Claude privately. You go to sleep!"
"But..."
"Calla, Don't make me drag you into your room and lock you inside just for you to rest. I might as well not let you eat your favorite chocolate cake." Has Philip become this brutal when I left the house?
I sigh in defeat. I should really indeed get some rest. I wave my hand as I stood up from the chair. "Fine! Fine!" I looked at Duke Claude who had messy hair but still looks hot as hell despite getting stabbed by an enemy. "Do call me if you don't feel too good."
Duke Claude nods and I left the room. "And Calla! We will talk about what has happened last night!!" I heard Philip's voice through the halls.
I'm screwed! I'm screwed! How can I forget that in this life, I didn't study nursing or medicine! How am I supposed to explain all of this? Should I tell them I always sneak out and tell them that I had a teacher? Would they believe that?
Frick! Why am I stupid? Calm down, Calla. Calm down. Just sleep first then think later. I believe that you are good at this. Good at lying. Remember the days when you got extremely lazy and didn't go to school then fake your own fever by putting garlic on your armpits.
You got this, Calla! You're screwed but actually not!