Gwen Fox glanced at the half gone glass of water, “I’ll get you some more.”
Yolanda Taylor looked up at his back as he got up and headed out the door, feeling sick at heart, the whole thing was hard not just on her body, but even on her mind.
Being sick amplified her emotions and she was in so much pain that she looked at the fever pills on the side and she picked them out one by one and threw them all on the floor.
Gwen Fox came back just as a white antipyretic rolled to his feet, he looked down, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.
It was as if he was a new man, once arrogant and impatient, now he had a lot of patience born out of nowhere, “Dear, take the medicine and you won’t feel bad.”
“Don’t you call me Dear, it makes me feel bad just hearing it!”
She said, coughing a few times.
“I’m not calling you Dear, you take the medicine.”
She didn’t want to take the pills, she hadn’t liked them since she was a little girl.
The dizziness and the chilly aches and pains all over her body were especially hard on her, and she wanted to throw away the one pill Gwen Fox had in her hand.
But Yolanda Taylor had left a few moments of sense in her after all, and she picked up the white pill from his hand and put it inside her mouth, taking a sip of water and swallowing it.
“Can I sleep now?”
“Uh-huh.”
She was having a really hard time and didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore.
Yolanda Taylor lay back down on the bed, pulled the covers over her, and soon, she was asleep.
Gwen Fox picked up the pills she’d thrown away and threw them in the trash before turning to the restroom and wringing a wet washcloth out to cover Yolanda Taylor’s forehead.
Yolanda Taylor hadn’t slept well, but being sick made her tired and uncomfortable, and the nightmares that seemed so real to her tore at her.
Gwen Fox didn’t hear her talking in her sleep until he came out of the towel wash, he couldn’t hear her clearly at first until he leaned down and he could really hear what she was saying.
“Gwen Fox, what did I do wrong?”
She asked what he had done wrong.
He looked down at her and just felt something slam into his heart so hard it almost shattered his organs.
Tears streamed down from the corners of Yolanda Taylor’s eyes and he gently wiped them away with his thumb as she asked him again what she had done wrong.
She hadn’t done anything wrong, he was the one who was wrong.
Yolanda Taylor woke up the next day, the fever had gone down, only her nose and throat were worse.
Gwen Fox wasn’t in bed anymore, and it was light outside the window, and the one snowfall seemed to have stopped.
She propped herself up on the bed and sat up, sick as a mountain, her body sore and limp after a high fever.
The door to the room was pushed open while Yolanda Taylor was lost in thought.
Gwen Fox walked in with porridge, “Hungry?”
His eyebrows were a little cold, but his tone was gentle.
Yolanda Taylor stared at him in a daze, being sick made her reaction a bit slow, until he walked over, she reacted, “Uhm.”
She was indeed hungry, so she didn’t have the energy to bother with him that much.
Yolanda Taylor looked at the bowl of porridge in his hand and felt her stomach empty more and more.
“I’ll eat it myself.”
He gave her a look and didn’t hand her the bowl.
Yolanda Taylor directly reached for it herself, but she wasn’t as strong as his and couldn’t grab it, so she was only able to let him feed it.
It was probably the most peaceful morning the two of them had spent together since she regained her memory.
After lunch, her temperature gradually came back up.
By late afternoon, her temperature, which hadn’t been down for long, had risen.
Gwen Fox came back from a phone call and saw an unusual blush on her cheeks.
He frowned a little and lifted his leg to her eyes, “Fever again?”
“I took a fever reducer.”
“Get dressed, we’re going to the hospital.”
“I’m not going to the hospital!”
Her voice had gone completely hoarse, hospitals were not a good place for Yolanda Taylor.
She’d never forgotten the desperation she felt outside the hospital’s resuscitation room that day, and after the year she turned fifteen, she didn’t like going to the hospital.
That car accident didn’t just cast a shadow over Gwen Fox, it cast a shadow over her.
Things like car accidents destroyed more than just a family, and yet he’d tried to blame their family for all of that accident in the first place.
Yolanda Taylor’s eyes were red at the thought.
“Don’t you move me!”
She pulled the covers over her and wrapped herself up.
Gwen Fox went straight for the clothes and threw them on the bed, “Do you put them on yourself, or should I do it for you?”
He stood there, his face cold, and Gwen Fox was back to being the domineering, authoritarian man he was.
Yolanda Taylor knew she couldn’t fight him, and after a moment of stalemate, she took her own clothes into the bathroom while he reached for them.
After changing her clothes and coming out, it was completely dark outside.
There was a bowl of congee on the bedside, which Gwen Fox brought in.
“Eat a bowl of congee first, you may need to have an IV in the evening.”
He saw her come out and handed her the porridge.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t refuse, she didn’t have a good stomach and it would be hard for her not to eat for a long time.
This time she didn’t let him feed her, she took the porridge herself and sat on the edge of the bed and ate.
After she finished eating, Gwen Fox took a scarf to help her tie it on, and found a hat to buckle it onto her head, wrapping her up tightly, before he brought her out.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t have the strength to fight him off and let him toss her around.
The fever and cold had made her so dizzy that she couldn’t even walk, let alone argue with him.
When she got into the car, she leaned back in her seat and didn’t want to move.
Gwen Fox inclined her head to look at her, “Having a hard time?”
Her eyebrows twitched, her whole body lifeless.
It was hard.
Not just physically, but mentally as well.
The car soon stopped at the hospital, there was no general outpatient clinic at this time of the day, they could only hang up in the fever emergency room.
There were a lot of people with colds and fevers this time of year, and the waiting chairs in front of the emergency room were filled with people, coughing and coughing in the area, no one looking better than anyone else.
Gwen Fox found a spot against the wall and pulled her to his eye level, “Lean on me.” Hearing him say that, she gave him a look and leaned herself against the top of that wall.
But the wall was so cold that a chill ran down her back just as she leaned over, a stark contrast to her heated body.
Gwen Fox frowned and reached out to pull her into his arms.
Yolanda Taylor didn’t have the strength to struggle, she just tilted her head back and gave him a cold look, then closed her eyes and leaned on top of his chest.
Her head felt like it had been set on fire, and it burned, her eyes were burning, and tears were bubbling up as they did so, and her nose was indescribably hard, and this heavy cold had left her powerless to argue with Gwen Fox.
There was a couple next to her, the girl seemed to have a cold, her voice was hoarse and unclear, seeing Yolanda Taylor leaning on Gwen Fox’s body, she pulled her boyfriend’s clothes: “Look at other people’s boyfriends, handsome, gentle and considerate.”
The boy looked at him and also pulled his girlfriend into his arms, “Okay, don’t talk so much when you’re sick.”
“It’s hard~”
Yolanda Taylor opened her eyes for a moment and felt them get hotter.
She blinked and hot tears slid down the corners of her eyes, not sure if they were tears from the cold or something else.
She’d had her moments with Gwen Fox.