Chapter sixteen

I fell ill on the day we had a mini movie show in the cafeteria.

It had been a week now, and my fever showed no signs of lessening. I felt faint and was in no mood to engage with anyone—not even my best friend. My parents were really worried. The physician had told us that it was just a normal fever and that we had to wait until it passed.

Out of desperation, they called Justin, whom I hadn’t seen in what felt like a century. He was pacing in my room, but even my tired eyes couldn’t follow his figure as he moved restlessly, deep in thought.

He hadn’t said a single word to me since arriving. Had I any energy, I would have given him a piece of my mind. I was getting frustrated, though whether it was because of my current condition or his presence in my room, I wasn’t sure.

Summoning all my strength, I swung my legs off the bed. Justin didn’t even notice, which didn’t surprise me; he looked like he was on Mars.