My Home

Carroll hugged me tightly in his arms and promised to take me home in a decisive tone.  For the first time, I felt the true meaning of home. For the first time, I was so eager to go home that belongs to us. With my cheek against Carroll's broad chest, I, dizzy, listened to Carroll's steady heartbeat greedily.  This was the only sound that could pacify me in this world. I felt cold. Wrapped in a blanket, I couldn't feel any warmth. That coldness came from inside the bone, making me tremble and stiff. Carroll felt my forehead with his large hand and then said with a frown, "Kelly, you have a fever." "Cold. Cold." I lost my consciousness gradually.  Soon, I fell asleep. When I woke up, my head was as heavy as a stone. I opened my eyes and found myself in my bedroom with an IV pole by my bed.  There was a needle beneath the skin of my hand.  "Madam, you finally woke up!" Rose was haggard. She took the towel off my forehead and then felt it with her hand.  "So hot." Rose's facial features g