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“Will he be okay, doctor?” I asked the middle-aged looking man, who glanced at me through those obviously thick glasses.
“Well, he was hyperventilated due to anxiety or stress which led to carbon dioxide deficiency and led to his dizziness and fainting.
“And the fact he obviously isn't eating didn't help his situation.”
Worry passed me by, planting a part of itself on me.
Especially since I didn't really understand what that meant. “So what do I do?”
“Just let him rest and ensure he doesn't stress himself.” I thought he was done, but he continued. “Also, make sure he eats well and is hydrated, okay?”
“Yes doctor. When will he be conscious?”
The look on his face didn't speak of any positivity. “I'm not sure, but I can assure you he'll wake up.”
With a sigh, I managed a nod. “Okay, thank you.”
After a small smile, the man left with the company of one of our bodyguards.
So I walked back in Don's room where his weak self laid on the bed.
All this was my fault. If I hadn't left without contacting him, none of these would be happening.
He'd be alright. And safe.
At least now I was back at his place.
It was only now that I realized how much I'd not only missed Don, but his house also.
This place that always seemed to promise comfort.
I went to sit beside him on the bed, before sending a message to Hane, relaying all that happened.
Dropping the phone, I turned to Don, reaching to brush some strands of hair that'd fallen over his forehead.
And goodness, he was as hot as a stove.
That made tears blur my vision, because yeah, I was the cause.
Me and my stupid annoyance.
Come to think of it, if I hadn't been so rude when we first met thirteen years ago, maybe— just maybe, things might have taken a different outcome.
Maybe Leila might've sent the money earlier than when she later did, and everyone would be happy.
But no, even when swimming in poverty, I still possessed a huge unnecessary ego.
Tears began falling at the moment, and when they dropped on him, I hoped this would be like a movie where he'd magically wake up because of my tears.
But of course, that only happened in novels or movies, not real life.
So I got no reply.
Was he going to be okay? His temperature didn't give me any assurance.
My phone dinged, and without leaving Don, I tilted my head to notice a message from Hane letting me know she'd come over.
It just reminded me of how I'd felt at the house when Don fainted.
Gosh, if afraid was a person, it would've been me.
I had called the only driver number on my phone (not sure why I saved it in the first place), and the man rushed there as fast as he could, letting me know he'd call Don's personal doctor.
That plan didn't seem to make sense, because obviously it'd be far better to rush him to the hospital.
But he assured that Don had his own ways of doing things.
Well, who was I to argue with that? Especially when Don's body still laid lifeless on the floor.
So, after a stressful minute of trying to pick Don up, my tears obviously not helping the situation, we finally succeeded in getting him to the car.
And so that was how we got here.
“Please wake up, I promise to never leave you alone like that again if you wake up.” I held his huge own, tears falling freely at that moment.
But still, no reply so I just laid beside him, gently placing my head on his shoulder before whispering, “I love you.”
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When my eyes opened, I realized my head was still on his shoulder.
So, to not place more weight on his weak body, I pushed myself up to a sitting position, reaching for my phone where I checked the time.
It was six twelve in the morning, which meant he'd been unconscious for almost twenty four hours.
That thought brought tears to my eyes again.
Oh no, I couldn't lose him.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I sniffed in, not bothering to wipe the spilling tears. “God, please don't punish me by taking such a special person from me. Please.”
That was unlike me, praying. But what else could I do.
Standing up, I headed to the bathroom where I was just let all the tears flow
All this was because of me.
I'm the one who should be punished. Not him.
If I had just forgiven him sooner and let it all go, I wouldn't be in this situation.
After more tears, I rinsed my face with water, then went back to the room.
And to my surprise, Don was sitting on the bed, rubbing his head with his forehead, eyes squeezed shut as he let out a soft groan.
More tears gushed out at that sight.
And through tears, I managed a whispered, “Don,” then scurried towards him.
His eyes jerked open as he turned to me with an expression that defined complete surprise.
“Eri?” He sounded just as bemused as he looked.
But I wrapped my hands around his neck, kneeling on the bed. “I'm so sorry.”
“Sorry?” Now he sounded puzzled, while he gently pulled himself out of the embrace.
Our gaze locked, as his brows were pulled in confusion.
“Eri, you're really here?” It sounded like he though he might be dreaming.
“I've missed you.” With that, I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his.
The kiss was soft and gentle at first. Like both of us were trying to down all our sadness in it.
Our tongues moved softly with each other, gently welcoming the other.
Then, the kiss deepened, and oh how I'd missed the feeling.
How had I live a whole week without this—this kiss.
His hands found its way to my neck and back, sending snakes of desire down my spine.
I had no idea when or how, but I realized my back was on the bed and Don was straddled over me, kissing me with so much passion, I regretted leaving him like this.
Hesitantly though, I broke from the kiss. “You're not well.”
“Huh?” He sat on the bed and I did the same, staying opposite him.
“Your body temperature, it's terribly hot.” My tone expressed the concern in me.
“Oh that,” the nonchalance in his tone made me frown, “it's nothing much I'm sure.”
“It's something when you've been unconscious for twenty four hours.” That thought still made me feel shaky.
What if he hadn't woken up? What would I be saying now?
I had to will myself to not think bad thoughts.
All that should matter was that he was alright.
But still…
“When was the last time you ate? Why will you stress yourself so much?” I didn't mean to sound so mother-like, but it came out that way.
“I'm sorry but I don't think you expect me to be sane when my wife is no where to be found.” He huffed.
Then again, I felt like the cause of it all. “I'm sorry.” Even to my own ears I sounded so like a six year old.
He reached for my hand, covering it with his huge own. “No, I'm sorry.”
“The truth is I misunderstood it all.” Even thinking about how June had told it to me made me more annoyed.
“How did you find out?” His voice was so low, it was just above a whisper.
“June.”
“June?”
“Yes, she'd told me that day you planned on telling me.”
His brows furrowed as his grip on my hand tightened a little, but not hurting.
“She also told me you knew from the beginning and still married me either way.” I shook my head in irritation. “That was one of the main reasons I was so annoyed.”
His jaw clenched, and from the expression, I could see his anger.
It seemed like if June stood in front of him at the moment, he wouldn't mind lifting her and tossing her over any nearest cliff.
That was something I could do too, but violence was never the answer.
I leaned in to plant a peck on his lips. “I don't want you stressing yourself unnecessarily. Let's focus more on your healing.”
He nodded, smiling at me. “You know you have the ability to kill a man with your touch.”
That made me blush.
Oh, how I'd missed this.