Second Chance ~ Part 3
Part 3 - Try again?
“Hello sweetie.. Barom is not answering his phone. I know he’s been sick since last night. I just want to make sure that he’s alright. Can you tell him to call me back?“
“Yes Mrs Yu. I’ll let him know.“
Shit. Why I automatically said that?
And by less than 30 min, you already in front of his apartment door.
You press his apartment lock number. It have been a while since you have been here. The last time were when you told him goodbye. You feel so dumb for coming back here, but his mother said he’s been sick. And you totally hate yourself for still being care.
You turned the doorknob and push the door in. You see him nowhere. You walk to his couch aka bed, they were messy. Is he out somewhere? But his mom said he’s sick. Suddenly you hear a flush from the toilet. He walk out, holding onto the sides of the wall. He look up to you and you examined his face. His cheekbones are more visible and the dark circles under his eyes seemed to start to ruined his perfect face.
He looks tired as hell. Without saying anything he drag himself to the bed.
You walk towards him. His hair were messy that it usually are and his lips are white. You place you hand on his forehead and widen your eyes. “You’re burning, Rome.”
He let out a cough, “Did my mom call you?”
You just nodded, “Since when? Have you took any medicine yet? Do you even eat anything?”
He turns to look at you while still laying at his bed. “Did my mom send me an angel to save me?”
You bit your lower lips for his lame pick up line. But it didn’t make you red cheek invisible. You place the damp cloth on his forehead. “Go to sleep. I’ll heat you some food.”
After putting some congee that you bought on the way here you took a peek at him. He must be really sick. He cover all of his body with his blanket. You put the congee on the pot and start stirring them.
“Rome..“ You push his arms lightly. “You have to eat something before you take your med.“
He shake his head. “I’m not hungry.” and push the bowl.
You let out a sigh. “Do you want to be sick? Come on. Eat some.”
“I rather be sick to know that you still care.“
“Eat. Or. I’ll. Be. Mad.“
He look at you with his half open eyes and open his mouth slightly. He did chew a little when he taste the meat. He looks super weak. You couldn’t bare yourself when he’s looking like this. He said he’s took enough of the congee. He can’t eat no more. So you put the bowl to the sink and get back to him again. “Sleep.”
It’s already morning. You cuddle up to the sheets and pull them higher to cover your torso. Wait.. I don’t remember going home last night.. It’s not even my bed. You could feel a hand on your stomach, holding you. You feel him moving behind you and gave you a small peck on you cheek.
You try to pry his hand but he only hug tighter than before.
“What do you want Rome?“
“ I want to fix this. I need to fix us.”