She woke up, startled to find herself in the arms of the man she hated most at that moment.
"Daisuke," her voice did not sound harsh despite what she was feeling.
"Good morning, priestess," he said, his instinct making him feel for her temperature automatically as his palm pressed against her forehead.
"You are still feverish," it was not a question on his part.
She shook her head, pushing him away, "Just get out of my bed, please. I really want to get some rest."
He grunted, putting a bit of space between them as he sat down on the bed and reached for the telephone receiver, "Yes, bring in the soup I requested for breakfast. She needs to eat."
She shook her head, "I do not want to eat anything."
"You will not get well if you do not help yourself," he scolded her as the food cart was rolled in.
