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As I battled my fever, Mark arrived.
My daughter seemed a bit shocked I had called for him from all people, but I had been working with him for years so I kind of trusted him.
"Elayne, how are you feeling?"
Mark quickly entered the room after knocking, as I gave him the permission.
He found me over bed, below my blankets. It was a big embarrassing being seen in bed like this, all ugly and lazy.
"I-I'm a bit alright…" I sighed.
"You don't seem alright at all. I know you well, your forehead is all red too." Mark said, talking as if he were my father out of the sudden. "Did you ate a pill for headaches and the fever?"
"Yes… But I am still feeling a bit bad, I had a nap just now." I sighed.
"Hm. Let me cook you something for now, you can't just not eat. Did you had breakfast?" He wondered.
"N-No…" I said.
