HIS BIRTH

“How long had I been out?” Eliot asked.

So far, his conditions are getting better. He is already recovering from the worst scenario that Raquel feared he’ll fall once he lay there on that hospital bed.

“Just a couple of days, but everything’s good.” She was busy peeling an apple as she glanced on her shoulder to look at him. “Jerome said that you can be discharge tomorrow, since you’re okay now, but they are still going to run some test, Eliot.”

“Who’s Jerome?” A tiny bit of jealousy made his chest twitched.

Raquel noticed it.

“It’s the doctor, Eliot.” Raquel rolled her eyes.

“I’m just making sure that no one’s trying to pursue you yet, Raq.” He joke, chuckling

“Oh, don’t be absurd.” Raquel placed down the apple and the knife in the table and dried her hands. She grab the plate and walked near to his bed. “Are you still not going to believe me after I confessed?”

“Of course, I do.” Eliot hold her hand. “Because I love you.”

Their eyes meet.

Raquel softly smiled at him, “And I love you