Chapter 36

Reilley's POV "What are you doing here?" he asked in a deep voice. The look on his face screams confusedment and I can't help, but turned red because of it. I must have lost my mind really. "W—Well uhmm. I was just wondering if you need this?" I asked and show him the bag I got from the nurse. He didn't throw a glance to the kit I'm showing him and just stare at me. I awkwardly smile and close the door behind me. Where am I getting all these courage? I don't know. I don't know why I'm here and why I'm doing this. I just feel the need to. "Y—You're sick, aren't you?" I asked and walked slowly to his bed. He's still staring at me. I'm feeling conscious already. "I—Is there something on my face?" I asked again. He didn't answer. I put the bag on his bedside table. I hesitantly put my hand on his face to check his temperature. My eyes widened when I felt the heat at the back of my hand. His temperature is so high! "You have a fever!" I chirped nervously. Deavon is still not responding. His