I was still pondering whether the dream was some sort of prediction, whether Brandon would be infected by me, as I answered the phone.
The receptionist emotionlessly informed me, "The latest entry quarantine regulations have been released, and centralized quarantine is no longer required."
"You can go home now."
I was at a loss for a while.
My still-burning brain couldn't catch up. Brandon asked from behind the door, "What's wrong?"
I was still burning up.
But the hotel said that I could go home?
Originally, I had planned to stay at the hotel until I tested negative.
I had been afraid to let my family know I was sick.
I wanted to transfer the remaining room fee to Brandon and ask him to go home quickly.
But not only did he refuse to take the money, he also said, "I'll stay."
I was at a loss for words and blurted out, "You wouldn't... really wait for me to offer myself, would you?"
...
He was obviously speechless.
Then why didn't he leave?
I confirmed it many times and tried to persuade him kindly, but he still didn't intend to leave.
In order to reassure me, he emphasized, "It's not because of you."
But no matter how I thought about it, I felt that he was afraid of leaving me alone here.