It was two days later when Spencer finally woke up.
He felt like his body was on fire for one minute, and the next minute he was in a bucket of ice-cold water. In pain, he kept muttering a name he knew so well. Nathalia.
Nathalia sat beside him the whole time. She was seeing him suffer and hearing him call her name. It hurt her terribly. She had not stopped crying. She felt weak and even ashamed of herself for crying; however, she thought this could possibly be the only time she cried so much for someone she loved, and she forgave herself.
Spencer woke up to see Nathalia with swollen eyes seated by him. Her face lit up as soon as she saw him open his eyes. Eagerly, she put her hand gently on his forehead. The fever was gone. She felt a bit relieved. "How do you feel? Would you like some water? You have been asleep for two days. I was so worried." She said softly, tears still in her eyes.
