"W-why..are you..h-here?" He stuttered like an old man, looking so weak.
I wanted to scold him for being a stubborn. He won't be sick like this if he just told me that he doesn't feel well.
I know yesterday that he's exhausted and I just thought that he only needs a fucking rest but I guess I'm wrong. He should've not picked me up yesterday so he could go home immediately.
Damn Noah.
"Of course, to take care of you. You're so stubborn and I want to scold you for that right now. But you're still weak to take all my words so I'll just put that aside for now." I glared at him and placed my palm on his forehead.
It's still hot but a bit okay now. Earlier, his fever was so very high that I almost took him to the hospital. If he just didn't asked me not to, he's probably sleeping on the hospital bed now.
"Why didn't you tell me? Do I looked like I can't take care of you?"
