She woke up feeling a bit better than before. She felt slightly refreshed but still weak. But at least she did not feel the fever weighing heavily on her. Then, the pain along her joints, muscles, and head had considerably toned down.
When her eyes finally roamed the room, she found him sleeping on the chair, looking exhausted. She wondered how long he had been sitting uncomfortably in that position.
She wanted to wake him up, but she felt guilty that he also had to suffer because of her. She had lived her entire life fending for herself, being independent. That finding someone like him seemed too surreal.
Did she even deserve a man like him? He seemed perfect in every way. Granted that she misjudged him, now, she took all the negative things she had said about him. He was not the same as the other men she met.
