Twenty Two- Conversations

Nathaniel jolted out of his slumber as a whimpering voice pierced his ears. At first, he was a bit out of it, but within a few seconds of darting his eyes across the room, he finally remembered where he was.

The whimpering came again. His head snapped towards Chloe who was asleep but struggling to stay still. Hurriedly, he went to her side and placed his palm over her forehead which was very hot to the touch.

She mumbled words as her hands clutched the sheets covering her tightly.

More worried at that point, he shifted his stance to give him a better view of her face whose side was lined with a line of tears.

He frowned.

She had been crying ever since he met her struggling to move in her room.

Without exactly intending to, his hand drew forward and grazed over her cheek. Slowly, like it were a dangerous valley, he set a finger over her line of tears and wiped them off.

Then, his eyes moved to her lips. He smiled.