Onanewnight,Ireallydon'twanttowakeup,hangover,paininmyhead,nausea,somethinginmystomach.ButIhadtoopenmyeyesbecauseIrealizedthattherewereotherworrisomethings,andthoseworrisomethingswereKeith.IreallywanttoknowifIcangetridofhimnow.
IthinkIcangetridofit,butthebadthingsIgetfromembryoscan'tsurvive.
ButwhenIopenedmyeyes,mydrowsinessandnumbnessdisappearedwhenIsawKeithsittingbythebedinthesameclothesasyesterdayandlookingatmecalmly.
Ah...It'sstillthere!
Iwasjumpingaroundthebedside,onlytonoticenowthatIwaswearingnewclothes,andnotthepajamasIshouldwear,butthebeautifulshirtsIliketowearwithlong-leggedpajamas.IguessthepersonIdressedbadlymustbeKeith.
Hebegantospeakassoonashesawmypanicexpression.
"Yourtemperatureisverylow,andnotwearingclotheswillmakeyouuncomfortable."
Iknowthisguywillbeveryweakafterbirth,butIdon'tmindswallowinghissalivawhenIseehimsquintinhiseyes.
"Suck?"Itisnotenoughtolookatit.Healsotookhishandandheldouthisindexfinger.