Sheila's POV:
Beep! Beep! Beep!
I groaned in frustration when my alarm went off. I pressed the top button of the clock to stop the alarm without even opening my eyes. I didn't get enough sleep last night, the pain in my hand was unbearable as it likes some needles were stuck in my wound and spinning around.
I unwrapped the bed sheet from my body before folded them neatly on the bed. My headache is not helping.
I wanted to sleep more but my hand is hurting like a bitch. I badly need a coffee with that I forcefully stepped out of the bed and walked towards the door, one eye still closed. I opened the door and step down the stairs carefully not to slipping down.
It's 6:00 am in the morning. I hope no one would have woken up this early. When I reached the kitchen, I opened the fridge and grabbed the orange juice which Quinn had kept for her.
I gulped down the juice but spit it on the floor when the moment the cold liquid reached my throat. Arrg! What I am doing? I need coffee, not juice!
The tingling sensation woke up my sleeping cells and I put the bottle where it was before, and shut the door. I turned my right and took one step forward just to reach the kitchen counter but my poor eyes landed on the two immature creatures which forcefully made me let out a long shriek.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I covered my eyes with both hands.
Kevin and Quinn are making out at the kitchen counter! They didn't notice me entering the kitchen.
What is about early in the morning?!
They both froze in their place once they saw me and Quinn buried her face on his chest out of embarrassment. I stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do.
Should I turn my heels and run towards my room or pretended like I see nothing and do what I came for?
"What happened?" Harry yelled before storming out of his room. Once I saw him a loud scream make its way out of my mouth without my knowledge that would have made their ears go deaf and I covered my eyes with my hands.
He was in his boxer and holding a T-shirt in his hand. I think he would just wake up hearing me screaming out of my lungs.
Opps!!! I almost saw his V line.
"What happened?" He asked once again standing in front of me. I could feel his presence that brought an unknown shiver to my spine.
"Can you-- please wear your t-shirt?" I pointed the T-shirt in his hand with my one hand while covering my eyes with others.
"Now you can open your eyes," He said and I peeked open my eyes to meet his gorgeous face and his plum lips which is tucked upwards, somehow he wore his T-shirt.
Thank God!
I let out the invisible chuckle when I saw the horrific reaction on his face, besides his hair, was totally in a mess as to prove he came straight away from the bed. He might have no idea what's going on here. He looked back and forth between us trying to figure out the answer but hell, no. I won't laugh. I'm mad at him, aren't I?
"Now tell me what's the problem? Why are you screaming? Are you okay?" He asked one by one.
I nodded my head eyeing Quinn and Kevin who were wearing a natural pink blush on their face.
"Sorry, I accidentally hit my hand on the cupboard when I was trying to take the mug." I lied hoping he would believe my lie. But it's partially true; the pain in my hand was unbearable. I wanted to scream again.
As hearing my words, he tried to hold my hand but I backed away.
Why?
I'm still mad at him. This time I'm not going to easy on him.
"We can go to the hospital if you want," He suggested.
"No need. I'm fine." I said harshly and made my way to the kitchen to make a coffee.
"Ahhemm..." I cleared my throat. "Did you guys finish your work?" I asked raising my brows.
"Not yet." Kevin muttered under his breath for that Quinn's face turned into a shade of Tomato once again.
"Kevin!" She hit his chest playfully and turned her attention to me.
I shook my head and went to make a coffee for me and to say I need a very strong coffee now.
They both walked out of the kitchen while I was making my coffee. Once I finished my artwork on the top of my coffee, I turned around to leave but I saw Harry was leaning on the wall. He then walked towards me like a hunter ready to hunt his prey.
What? I'm not his prey.
"You look so sexy in this outfit." He whispered in my ears. I felt a cold shiver running down through my body when his mini breath caressed my exposed neck. In a blink of an eye, he left the kitchen and I let out a sigh of relief.
What outfit?
I covered my mouth before letting out another scream when I noticed what I am wearing.
I am wearing a short trouser which barely reached my mid-thigh. Arrgg! I grabbed the coffee mug before running towards my room.
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I heard a knock on my door when I was unwrapping the bandage from my wound. Quinn came with a concerned look on her face. "Sheila, are you okay?" She asked when noticed my stage.
"I'm fine, Quinn. Just a small pain. That's it." I replied.
"Don't stress yourself. Take a rest. If you want I will stay with you." She offered.
"No Quinn. It's okay. I can handle it. Anyway, I'm not coming today--- Shhh!!!" I hissed in pain when I pulled out the last strap of bandage and saw three small stitches on the wound.
Quinn took my hand gently and helped me to put the new bandage on the wound. "I think the wound is too deep, why don't we see a doctor? And could get some pain killer too," She asked concern was evident in her voice.
I shook my head as no need for that. "You look tired." She insisted.
"Yeah, I need some sleep. That's all. I didn't get a nice sleep yesterday. Once I get good sleep, I will feel better." I assured her and she nodded her head as a comprehension.
"Okay take rest, I will leave then." She gave me one last glance and locked the door behind.
Five minutes later when I decided to go to bed, the door in my room slammed open and a worried Harry approached me but he stopped in his track when I glared at him. His body tensed a bit but again he came near me.
"Sheila, we can visit the doctor, I will get his appointment." He said taking his phone out from his pant pocket.
I don't know from where I got the anger but I yelled at him. "Harry, please leave me alone. I need some peace." And the next second I regretted being rude especially with him, but he needs to know how it feels when someone is behaving rudely to you.
His face dropped a bit but he plastered with a small smile. "Okay then. Take Care." With that, he left the room.
I climbed on the bed and laid down with my back, holding both hands in front of my stomach.
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I woke up feeling thirsty in my mid-sleep, my throat was completely dry. I went to the kitchen and boiled the water to drink.
As I'm walking towards my room holding a glass of boiled water, I saw him sitting on the couch in the living room and he might have noticed my presence behind him because he turned his head and locked his eyes with me.
"What are you doing, Harry?" I asked though I wanted to ignore his presence. But curiosity took over and I asked already.
"I came here to get my book. I forget to take it with me in the morning." I could sense lie in his voice.
"And why are you still here, aren't you leaving?" I asked him again.
"Well... the next two hours are my free period, so I thought it would be better to stay here unless I find the reason to go." He shrugged his shoulder and sat on the couch.
I ignored all his statements and walked towards my room. After drinking the whole water, I passed out in my bed.
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My body felt it was on fire, it's like someone was igniting a fire inside me, I couldn't able to move. I felt something wet on my forehead and a piercing pain has erupted through my left hand as someone has injected me.
After a while, I heard a faint voice asking, "Doctor how is she. Why she didn't wake up?"
"She has a high fever. I injected her antipyretic which will reduce her body temperature. She will wake up soon." I assumed the voice belongs to the doctor.
I slightly opened my eyes and saw a worried Harry's face who was looking down at me. When he noticed, he came beside me and held my right hand.
"Hey! Are you okay?" He whispered in my ears while tucking the strand of my hairs in the back of my ears and I nodded my head as a response.
"She seems so weak. Feed her something healthy food and give her medicine." The doctor advised him before walking out of the room.
He helped me to sit on the bed. "Sheila, I will bring something to eat." He said and walked out of the room not waiting for my response.
A fine twenty minutes later, he came with a bowl in his hand. He set the bowl on my bed and said, "It's a Spicy Chicken Thai Soups. It's good for the Fever. Eat them all and take medicine."
I eyed the spoon and hesitated for a moment. My hands were shaking and trembling and I have no energy left even to hold a spoon.
Instead of handing me a spoon, he fed me the soup which I gladly accepted. He forced me to eat the whole bowl of soup, after that he handed me medicine and a glass of water.
"Sleep well. You will feel good." He said and wrapped the blanket over me. I gave him a small smile and closed my eyes. I felt warm lips on my forehead before welcoming the darkness once again and smiled internally.
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