He placed me on the bed, and just as I was about to sit up, he said, "Do you want me to carry you again?"
I felt my face flush and shook my head vigorously.
"You can close the door."
"Okay."
His face gradually disappeared behind the door. I whispered, "Thank you."
His hand paused for a moment on the door, "You're welcome."
……
In the middle of the night, I started burning up with a fever, my whole body ached, making it impossible to sleep.
I took a dose of painkiller, which only helped a little, and the fever continued.
It was nothing like the easy recovery people talked about online; I felt miserable, as if I were on the brink of death.
I also started coughing. Thinking about Brandon sleeping outside, I covered my mouth, trying my best to stifle the sounds.
I ran out of water on the bedside table, but I didn't dare to go out to refill it.
Not long after, Brandon knocked on the door.
"Do you need water?"
As soon as I opened my mouth, I started coughing, my throat hoarse: "...Yes."
He opened the door and came in, taking my water bottle.
The hotel provided bottled water, but without a water dispenser, I had to use a manual pump, making it a hassle every time I needed water.