Krystal got back home and opened the doors. The whole place was dark and she wondered if Felix had gone to bed. She searched for the light switch slowly and steadily, until she finally found it. Once she turned on the lights, she saw an unconscious Felix lying flat on the floor.
"What's his problem?" She wanted to wake him up so he could go up to his room but she also didn't want to. "Come on, Krystal, put aside the differences and do good." She told herself.
She bent down to wake him up but noticed that his temperature was high. She touched his forehead but immediately took back her hand.
"Gosh, he's hotter than a furnace!"
Krystal tried to wake him up. He opened his eyes but not so wide. As soon as he saw Krystal, he started crying.
"I'm sorry, your highness, I've been a bad boy, please forgive me!" He cried which took Krystal back a bit.
"Felix, are you okay?"
