Sauce


    Mary rushed downstairs straight away. As long as I was worried about how to get air, I had no idea


    what she was going to do. I feel like I’m turning into a burden. Is it okay to burden them with my


    anxieties?


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    My eyes were already watering as Aunt Jes and Mary hurried in. Aunt Jes fanned me with the folder


    she spotted on the table while Mary brought water. There is no electric fan in the room, so this may


    be why she is doing this. My breathing gradually returned. Mary handed me the water, nervous and


    unable to depict her emotion.


    When my breath returned, I sat down on the bed to recover. I’m not sure how long it has been, but


    Andrius has arrived at the room with the doctor that was here yesterday. Because I had dropped the


    phone earlier, Mary ced it on the side table.


    As soon as the doctor entered the room, he ced the stethoscope on my chest. I even noticed


    beads of sweat on his brow, as if he was in a rush. The man’s eyes were filled with rage.


    “You’re fucked! I previously warned you she should avoid things that have traumatized her! Are you


    paying attention?!” His voice is not loud, but he emphasizes that. When he peered into my melting


    eyes, his voice softened.


    “That was an ident, Mark. Please understand that I did not intend to do so. Can you simply look


    at her condition?” That’s Andrius right now. He gave me a kind smile, as though to reassure me that


    everything was alright.


    Mark is the name of the doctor. I wanted to inquire if I caused their quarrel, but my eyes couldn’t


    handle it any longer, so I closed them.


    I’m not sure how many hours I slept, but what I saw in front of my bed was Andrius sitting with his


    back to me and hisptop open. He was intently gazing at hisptop while wearing sses. Thus,


    the room was dark. I kept a close eye on his gorgeous face, and his sex appeal only got greater


    because of his seriousness at work and the way he wore sses. When I looked outside, I noticed


    it was dark. He turned around because he must have heard my stomach growl. After all, it was quiet


    and just we could hear the air conditioner.


    He took something from the table, turned on the light, and took a chair. It is baked spaghetti; when


    my parents were still alive we rarely ate it, only whenever there was a celebration or asion.


    He ced the chair on the side of the bed, then used the fork to get pasta into the bowl. He picked


    it up and ce it in front of me. I was still wondering at first I could do nothing but open my mouth


    and chew the food he gave me.


    Even fainting, I still tried to speak. “You? Have you eaten?” The air almost came out of my mouth


    because my voice was so weak.


    “Don’t force it if you still can’t.” I cringed at what he said. I feel like people are mad at me because of


    what I do repeatedly.


    He raised the fork again. He went back to the table and took the water that was on Tumblr. I just


    silently stared at him.


    When he came back, I saw the bowl that it is almost finished. It’s like I’m a child being taken care of


    even I’m already old. Although I wanted to take it from him, I was afraid he would get angry, so I just


    let him.


    Thest scoop had fallen to the bed, and some sauce glued on my face. The two of us looked


    there, there was also a little sauce that went on my lips.


    “You’ve got sauce in here.” He shows me where the sauce is by pointing to his face. I believe he


    was irritated because he stared with dark eyes. But what he did next astonished me...


    I was taken aback when he abruptly licked the side of my lip, followed by a lick of his own, as if the


    sauce had gone with it.