I knew something was quite wrong. Just a few minutes ago, I had been absolutely fine. There had been too quick of a change. It seemed unnatural that I could just get ill again.
The last I had seen Dax was when he went up the stairs. He headed towards his room as I figured that was the best place to look.
Dax would still help me, even if we had just argued. I knew he still cared about me. Despite pushing him away, he didn’t seem to want to give up on me.
It didn’t make sense and made me confused. He should’ve been ignoring me back, but instead he was trying more than ever to be a kind man.
My strength was continuing to leave me, as I got closer to Dax’s room. He was the only person I could go to.
His door was closed. I continued heading towards his room slowly, as my stomach felt as if it was unsettled. But it wasn’t just my stomach.