Chapter 5
I did not even look at him. “Yeah.”
With that, his door slammed shut.
On the fourth day, I crashed.
I was having a fever, nausea… The whole deal.
Yannick, realizing I had not made breakfast, stormed in–only to find me curled up in bed. “Yulia, what’s wrong?”
He pressed a hand to my forehead, frowning. “You have a fever.”
I weakly shoved him away. “Go away.”
Instead, he scooped me up. “You’re going to the hospital.‘
I clawed at the bedsheets. “No.”
“Yulia! What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Tears blurred my vision, and my mind was slipping. “If I walk out that door… You won’t be coming back…”
His grip on my wrist tightened for a second, and his voice softened. “Relax. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I won’t go…”
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When I woke up, I was still home. Yannick sat beside the bed, murmuring into his phone. From the sound of it, it was a work call.
An IV line ran from my arm. Seeing that, I knew he must have called his private doctor. I was relieved. As long as I was here, he
would not find out anything.
But I also knew… it was time to let him go.
Yannick always kept his promises, but I never really had him. What I had was his patience.
He looked exhausted due to the constant work calls and emails. The shadows under his eyes were getting darker as well.
Noticing I was awake, he quickly hung up the phone.
“You’re up?”
“Yeah. How long was I out?”
“A whole day. But at least your fever’s gone.”
