Ed grabbed Grace''s hand and rubbed his cheek softly against her palm. "If only you really forgave me," he mumbled.
Grace helped him up with a furrowed brow. "Ed, your fever is too high. Let me send you to the hospital."
She was worried his fever would fry his brain since he was already talking
nonsense.
He leaned into her arms. "I''m not going to the hospital. Grace, this is the 33rd time."
"What?"
She didn''t understand his words and became even more worried by the minute. She ced her hand on his forehead to check his temperature again, scared that the fever had made him delirious.
He suddenly grabbed her hand and held it in a tight fist. He ced her hand on his cheek. "It''s the number of times you want to kill me."
Grace trembled slightly, and she suddenly smiled. "The fever has gotten the better of you. Go and get some sleep. We need to go to the hospital if you still have a fever after you wake up."
Whether he was willing to let her see his face he wouldn''t have a say by then.
Ed was quiet for a few minutes, finally realizing he wasn''t dreaming.
Every time he felt his worst, he would always dream of Grace opening that door and walking into the room. He had dreamed of this so many times that he couldn''t differentiate reality from dream.
He closed his eyes as his Adam''s apple bobbed. He then said with a hoarse voice, "I''m fine. I was just dreaming."
Grace grabbed a pillow from the side and forced Ed to lie down. "Get some rest."
His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her down toy with him. "Let''s rest together."
The couch was wide enough for Grace toy beside him. She could even feel the zing heat radiating from his body.
She couldn''t sleep as her mind was filled with Anthony''s words. Her hand wandered down, touching the red bead bracelet he was wearing and the ring she gave him.
Ed moved closer to her, embracing herpletely in his arms. He sighed and drifted into sleep like that.
Grace stayed awake until 5:00 am. When she heard soundsing
from beside her, she knew Ed had
woken up
She en She be checked his
temperature on his forehead again
and was relieved to feel that his
fever was gone.
"Anthony said you were nning to
take a medication with serious side
effects and wait
me to talk you
out of it. What are your thoughts about the medication?" Grace asked bluntly.
Ed didn''t say anything.
Grace immediately got up. "Ed, I don''t care what you usually do, but you can''t abuse your body like this.
"Your body is already in terrible shape. If something happens to you one day, what should I do?"
She could feel the aching pain in her heart when she finished her words.
But he just went silent for a few seconds. Then, he suddenly grabbed her hand and put a pill onto her palm. "I won''t eat it if you tell me so. Can you eat this?"
Grace didn''t even ask what the pill was before popping it into her mouth without a hint of hesitation.
Ed''s pupils constricted abruptly, and he gripped her cheek with a firm hand. He put a finger into her mouth and forcefully took out the pill.
He normally treated Grace with great care, never hurting her even if he was having an episode. But now, he gripped her so hard that his
1.n
fingers even left red marks on fier
cheeks. It was clear that he was very
panicked at this moment.
Ed took out the pill by force, his fingers wet from doing so. His eyes were
bloodshot with anger, and he kept ring at her without a word.
Grace could feel his anger radiating off him and was somewhat confused. "Aren''t
you the one who told me to swallow it?"
His voice was hoarse, and he cleared his throat as if he was trying to hide something. "Do you know what this is?"
"No."
He stopped talking and instead tightened his fist. The pill turned into powder in his hand.
Ed turned around, his breathing rapid as his emotions were in turmoil. Grace
came closer and suddenly gave him a hug.
His chest kept moving with every breath. Her trust felt like a knife driven through
his heart-because he knew how despicable he was being.