30 Go to the Hospital

She ate nothing for lunch, she dozed off sleepily on the sofa and called the hotel's medical room to get some medicine and took it.

She curled up in the office to review Lemon's proposal, finally enduring until the end of work, wrapping herself in her coat and leaving. She felt so weak that she could barely walk and just wanted to go home and sleep, so she hailed a taxi, closed her eyes, and rested her head against the door.

When she arrived home, she suddenly felt like arriving in heaven. She didn't care about anything, just sleeping deeply, not caring if it was one second or one year.

Until she felt a sore throat and thirsty, she finally opened her eyes slightly, hesitating whether to get something to drink. The phone beside her buzzed helplessly, and she picked it up casually. If it weren't for the need to drink water, she might never have heard the ringtone: "Hello?"

"Alice, where are you?" The familiar voice with anxiety.

"At home." She didn't bother to figure out who it was.

"Open the door." John seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, speaking succinctly.

Alice slowly got up to get herself a glass of water before she felt dizzy and went to open the door.

John frowned at the sight of her, she must have a fever, her gaze dazed, and after opening the door, she didn't even look at him and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

He had just returned from the airport, making many calls on the way, always getting no response, and the hotel said she had already left work, so he just stood at her doorstep.

He quickly held her and grabbed her arm when she was about to lie down on the bed, "Let's go to the hospital."

Alice struggled unconsciously and mumbled, "I want to sleep."

She was in such a fever. John reached out to check her forehead. Awful! He didn't hesitate for one moment, half-supporting her waist and picking up her bag and coat with one hand, half-forcing her out to hospital.

She was only jolted awake by the slight sting of the needle on her hand, and she looked around, noticing the change in her surroundings, but the bright, starry gaze of John's bedside, smiling at her.

"Am I in hospital?" She asked instinctively.

"Yes. Don't worry, just a fever and a cold. You can go home after the treatment." He answered in one breath.

Alice looked out the window and saw pitch darkness, completely losing track of time. She slightly struggled to reach for her phone bedside: "I'll ask my mother to come with me."

John didn't stop her but reminded her, "It's already past twelve."

Alice slowly retracted her hand. She looked at the ward where she was staying, only she and he, he was sitting on one side, the laptop on the table buzzing softly.

"Go have a rest. I'll take you home after this." He stood beside her, with a comforting smile, "Go have a rest. You are too tired."

She nodded tiredly and continued sleeping.

John sat by the table, his gaze still lingering on her face, her cheek was so pale. She never knew the scattered words she uttered while feverish were more than anytime she had ever said to him--that childish tone, the spoiled manner. Only made him feel strange, as if he had never really known her.

He felt a pang of pain and couldn't help but stand up again, tucking in her blanket. As the medicine dripped into her body, he felt it was not just that--it was like a soft emotion, slowly flowing into his heart.

Alice was fully awake sitting in his car, only a few sparse stars twinkling in the dark blue sky. She awkwardly said, "Thanks for your kind help."

"No problem. But please take good care of yourself." John looked ahead, adjusting the AC temperature again, "Working when sick is not diligence, it's self-abuse."

Alice said nothing. What could she say? She was working for him, caught in a no-win situation. But actually, she was feeling guilty in her heart: she knew why she had a high fever, it wasn't just catching a cold--it was because of Mike.

The next day, she swapped shifts with a colleague and slept late, about to go to the hospital when John's assistant, Peter, called, already waiting downstairs for a while.

She really felt sorry and kept thanking him. Assistant just smiled and didn't mention John, only saying, "Yesterday I saw you didn't look well, I didn't expect you were really sick."

After leaving the hospital, she felt much better and almost recovered. It seemed that physical illnesses were straightforward, coming quickly and leaving quickly--she called John, his voice on the other end of the phone sounded warm, as if still carrying an apology, explaining that he was too busy.

Alice felt guilty to say anything else, such a busy person. She quickly hung up the phone and didn't forget to ask the assistant to return the medical expenses to him.