Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

CASSANDRA

Oh my God, he is burning up with a fever. I wonder how long he has been like this, and if he is this way because of me. “Nick." I call out his name softly as I drop the pocket knife on the bed absentmindedly, with my hand still touching his forehead that is so hot. Why didn’t he say anything about it? He should have gotten home early and he shouldn't have over worked himself either.

“Nick.” I call out again since he still hasn’t replied me. I touch his forehead again before feeling his chest, and shaking him lightly, but he still doesn't wake up. I run out of his room, with the kitchen knife I was going to murder him with, to the kitchen to grab a bowl of water, and a napkin. I drop the knife with the other knives in the kitchen before walking back as quick as I can to his room with the bowl of water and the napkin in my hands, while trying my best to not spill water as I walk up the stairs.

I sit by his bed again to see he’s still not awake. I drop the bowl of wa