Felix's life was anything but vibrant-cursed, he'd argue. To him, it was nothing short of horrendous, marked by relationships rife with daily disrespect and parents who prioritized alcohol above all else. As Felix's mental health reached a breaking...
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The next morning confirmed my fears. Despite my precautions, my body succumbed to the illness as it often did, my immune system faltering under the strain. A tightness constricted my chest, a fiery ache spreading through me. It wasn't self-pity that filled my thoughts but dread; recovery was always a lengthy, grueling process for me.
Struggling for breath, I turned, only to find Hyunjin asleep beside me, oddly half-seated. Concern furrowed my brow. Why hadn't he laid down properly?
"Hyunjin, wake up," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I reached out to gently touch his shoulder. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing a hint of worry as he focused on me.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep but laced with concern. He straightened, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his attention fully on me now.
"Not really," I admitted, grimacing at the discomfort that talking seemed to amplify. "I think I'm worse than last night. But why were you sleeping like that?"
Hyunjin offered a sheepish smile, shifting to sit properly beside me. "I wanted to make sure you were okay through the night. I thought if you needed anything, I'd hear you better this way."
His confession warmed my heart despite the illness coursing through me. It was a small act of care, but it spoke volumes of his concern and affection.
"Thank you, Hyunjin, but you should take care of yourself too. You don't have to stay up for me," I said, though a part of me was deeply grateful for his presence.
"I don't mind, really. It's more important to me that you're okay. I'll do anything to help you feel better," he replied, his determination clear. "What can I do right now? Do you need medicine, more tea, or maybe a doctor?"
"No doctor means getting sent to the hospital, and I can't do that," I said quietly, the effort of sitting up in bed making my head spin. My clothes clung to me, damp with sweat, a testament to the fever that raged through me.
"You look unwell," Hyunjin observed with a note of worry, his gaze scanning over my condition. "Let me change the sheets for you, and I'll get medication. Go change," he instructed softly, his concern palpable in the quiet room.
I shook my head, the stubborn streak in me surfacing despite my weakened state. "I can do it. Just get me the medication," I said calmly, even as I clutched the pillows, trying to suppress a cough. I reached for my mask, positioning it over my face in a vain attempt to muffle the harsh, ragged coughs that broke free.
Hyunjin's expression tightened with concern at the sound, but he nodded, understanding my need for independence even now. "Alright, but please, let me help with whatever I can. You shouldn't be alone through this," he said, his voice laced with a quiet urgency.
