Dead And Coming Back To The Past

"How much did you drink to end up like this?" Blake mumbled to himself. He stared at Marissa, who was now lying on the bed. He sighed, remembering she was not a lightweight drinker.

Turning to warm up the porridge, which was now cold, a cold hand grabbed his arm. "Blake…" Marissa's voice, barely audible, came out from her lips.

"I'm going to warm up this porridge first so you can eat your medicine. Have a rest while…" Blake was still trying to sound cold, though deep in his heart, the beating was crazy.

"I'm cold…" Marissa frowned as she tried hard to open her eyes to look at Blake. Her lips were shaking as she tried to continue, "co–ld…"

Blake quickly pulled the blanket up to Marissa's neck. "Is this better?" He looked at Marissa with worried eyes, noticing how much her hands were trembling.

Marissa suddenly pulled the blanket up to her head.