Written By : Pamela James
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Does he still loves me?
Have he given up?
Did he finally realize that there was no need for him to fake treating me?
The house help and nurse came into my room when they learned I had already woken up.
“did you see Damien?” I asked the house help.
I wanted to know if he was still around.
“Sir Damien went to his room to have a shower,” the house help said.
I didn’t answer.
I was still feeling some pain in my chest.
I learned from the nurse that I actually caught a fever from the time that I arrived from the hangout with my friends.
I was taken to the hospital but later assured that everything was okay.
It was a miracle that I didn’t catch a cold.
The doctor told them that it might be attributed to some sort of stress.
And I said to myself…
Yeah, it might be both physical and emotional stress.
Well, I felt like some parts of my body were soring especially my feet… However, I was convinced that more than the physical pain, it was more of the emotional aspect that caused my body to give up.
I couldn’t believe that I was in bed for two nights and one day.
I had breakfast in bed.
The nurse now, made sure that I took all medicines she prepared for me.
“Damien couldn’t leave you alone, you know. He’s been here all along,” the nurse told me as she was giving me the tablets.
Sitting on the bed, I looked at her disbelievingly.
He was worried about me… But why was he treating me coldly today?
“Here. Your tablets,” the nurse said, offering the medicines.
I took them into my mouth and gulped water.
“Thanks,” I said, handing her back the glass.
She gave me a beautiful smile.
“I’m so happy for you. It thrills me to know that the adorable Damien has been sharing bed with you. You must feel deeply loved today.”
“Is that true? He’s been here in my room all the while I was sick?”
“Yes, he didn’t leave you. He was just right here, very worried. He even wanted to bring you to the hospital but the doctor told him that he has nothing to worry.”
Then, I remembered something.
I just wanted to be sure of it.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Who brought me back here?”
“Huh? So you were really unsconscious all along? Of course, it was damien,” she reported.
“H-How come? I thought he was still abroad at that time.”
“He arrived here an hour you left. He actually didn’t take his dinner.”
So, it was really him.
While the house help was changing my bed clothes, I took a shower and brushed my teeth.
The house help was no longer in my room when I got out from the shower.
Everything in the bedroom was neat and organized with my new bed clothes.
Then, I noticed the basket of red roses on my bedside table.
He still sent me roses.
I didn’t know how to react.
Should I be happy?
Still, I was confused with his actions.
While abroad, he had been calling and texting me.
Yet this morning when I woke up, he was giving me the cold shoulder.
Clothed in a loose tee shirt and short cotton shorts, I went back to lie on my bed.
I still felt I needed more rest.
I wasn’t able to sleep right away.
I thought of Damien.
Still, I was puzzled.
Why was my heart telling me that he really cared for me in spite of his actions this morning?
I thought and thought of him… until sleep came over me.