Day 4 cont
Professor Abraham
I woke up to the sound of someone whining in pain.
At first, I just thought it was my dream, but then the sound became more evident, and it's definitely coming from Nina.
I get up from my sleeping bag to check up on her and am shivering.
Her eyes are also closed, and tears are rolling down from them.
The first thing that came to mind is that she is crying because of what I did to her earlier.
Yeah, I know I was a bit harsh on her, but I just couldn't help it. I was so furious at that moment.
Seeing her wrapped up in another man's arms made my blood really boil to the extent that I couldn't control it.
"Nina." I called out her name, but she didn't respond.
Maybe she really is angry at me for scaring her off like that.
Why did I even have to threaten her with a belt?.
I know it's all for her safety, but it's just too harsh.
"Nina, I'm sorry; I didn't mean it like that; it's just that I don't want you getting hurt; that was why I was so angry earlier," I say, but she still hasn't said a word.
In fact, she just keeps on shivering.
Is she having a nightmare again?.
I move closer to her and place my hand on her cheek in hopes that she might wake up from the contact, but I feel how her body is so hot.
"Oh my goodness! You're having a fever," I say, worried.
I quickly rush over to the first aid station and bring out some painkillers, and I rush back to her.
"Nina, wake up; you need to take these medicines." I call out to her in a worried tone, but she isn't even moving.
Oh my God! Has she fainted?.
This is all my fault. I shouldn't have let her stay in those drenched clothes for long.
Knowing that she won't be able to take the medicine now, I rush back to the bathroom and pour in a pail of water.
I pick up one of my towels and rush back.
"It's ok, Nina; you are going to be ok." I whisper, and I try to put the cold cloth on her forehead.
I kept on doing that for a few minutes, but that didn't stop the fever.
So, I pull out the blanket she's covering up with and place it aside.
I could see her chest rising and falling in deep, irregular breaths.
I know she isn't really my wife, and I can't see her without clothes, but this is an emergency, so I had to deal with it.
With that, I proceeded to unbutton her shirt. After doing that, I proceeded to place the damp towel on the neck, down to her chest, and then to her stomach.
I was doing all that with my head looking to the other side. I just don't think I can handle seeing her like that, knowing she doesn't even have a bra on.
Even touching her like that is creating some feelings that I buried long ago.
Without wasting time, I put back her shirt, and then I went back to her legs.
After I was sure that I had cooled off her temperature a bit, I walked back into the bathroom to discard the water and rinse the towel.
To my surprise, I walk out and find her shivering, and when I touched her body, the fever was back again but not as hot as before.
It is still raining outside, and there's no way I'm taking her out like that; she might get sick then.
She keeps on muttering unintelligible words and keeps on squinting her eyes, and the tears still have not stopped dropping.
I tried to cover her up with the blanket, but it was still not enough to keep her warm.
I ruffled my hair for the millionth time.
What should I do with her, then?.
Then I remembered a saying that a person can keep another warm through skin contact.
Maybe if I cuddle her, then she might be able to stay warm until morning.
But I don't want her to misunderstand. Seeing how she was still shivering, like someone who is about to have a mild stroke, I just stripped off my shirt and threw my head into the bed.
I don't care what she will say when she wakes up; I'll deal with that when the time comes.
I pull her to me and place her head on my chest.
I made sure that she was close enough for her body to feel the warmth of mine. Then I pulled in the blanket that I was using, as it was much thicker.
Looking at her sleeping face on my chest, I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"It's going to be alright," I whisper at her.
The tears streaming out of her eyes fell down on my chest, and I could feel the hotness in them. She really is burning all over.
I wrapped my hand around her waist just to make sure she didn't move away later in the night.
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Nina
Finally, I was able to open my eyes, but with much difficulty as they were so heavy.
My body still felt weak, and I couldn't move for an inch.
Even the bed I am sleeping on is so hard, but it's warm at least.
Warm! But how can a bed be warm?
My adrenaline shot in, and I looked up only to see that it was a professor.
What exactly is he doing here?.
How did he get back on the bed?.
My hand is currently on his chest, and I could tell he was shirtless.
Wait, was he trying to take advantage of me while I was weak?.
No, my professor is never like that. I correct myself; there must be another reason for that.
I try to pull away, but his grip on my waist is too tight not to talk. I am so weak and exhausted.
I don't even think I have the voice to wake him up.
Finally, I give in as sleep overpowers me once again, and I snuggle myself back on his chest, his scent calming down my senses.
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Later on, I woke up because of the sudden urge to vomit.
I quickly jerked off from the bed and tried to rush off to the bathroom, but before I could reach there, it overpowered me, and I just vomited on the ground.
I kept on vomiting till I felt like the last piece of my intestines was going to fall out.
There was actually nothing in my stomach as it is.
Even though I had vomited all the contents in my stomach, I kept on hurling the rest of the water from my stomach.
"Oh Lord! She's vomiting already; come quick." I heard the professor's voice, but I was too weak to even get up.
I then felt this hand behind my back as he kept on rubbing my back gently while he pulled away my hair so that it wouldn't get stained with the puke.
While I was sure that all the water in my body was drained, I fell on his shoulder and started crying.
"Shh! It's going to be okay," he tries to pacify me.
He picks me up, bridal style, not caring that my shirt is drenched from all the throw-ups.
He takes me to the bathroom, and he helps wipe my face.
I was even too weak to tell him not to. I can't even lift my hand, let alone stop him.
He finally walks out and then comes back with a new pair of my clothes and my brush in his hand.
He has placed me on the toilet seat before heading out.
"Here, can you brush your teeth? I'll prepare a hot bath for you," he says.
I just kept on staring at him while I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.
The pain is so unbearable, and I can't even do anything about it. It's like I'm half paralyzed or something.
Seeing the way I was acting, like I was going to give up the ghost soon, helps me brush my teeth, and then he prepares the bath for me.
When he was certain that I couldn't do that as well, and I really do need that now, he helped me take a bath as well, but he didn't remove my shorts while doing that.
I was so in pain that I don't even care.
He changes me into my new clothes before he picks me back into the room and places me on the bed.
Just then, another woman comes into my view.
But now, I'm only seeing a blurry vision of them.
"I think she's dehydrated; we need to put her under drip at the moment," the person mutters.
I could feel it when they did all that they could, and she gave me all the injections that I needed.
The last thing I heard her say before I finally lost my sanity once again was.
"We need to run more tests on her."