MAVERICK.
I paced around restlessly as I tried to make something she could eat when she finally woke up. I didn't dare to sit down, nor to give a window for my thoughts to filter in. Not with her sick, and sweating profusely despite the heavy rain falling outside and the cool temperature in her home.
The weather had turned gloomy even before I arrived at her house three hours ago, and an hour after I got here, the angry clouds released their tears and the pelting sound of the rain outside wasn't as comforting as it had always been.
I paused before her, my heart hurting seeing her this way. So vulnerable. So… out of it.
I picked up the cloth resting beside her, dipped it into the bowl with cool water, then pressed it against her forehead. She was still feverish and with each passing ho
