"Hurt me, what's fun?"
Like being pricked by a thorn, Marve's heart was hurt when Maya said such a thing.
"Maya... I don't want to fight with you at all." Maya said, he touched Maya's hand but Maya pulled her hand away and turned her face away.
"You always ask me to understand but you don't understand me at all," Maya said. She seemed reluctant to talk to Marve again and immediately closed her eyes again.
Marve sighed heavily, he could only be silent and wait.
***
It was late at night when Marve awoke from his slumber. He immediately confirmed Maya's temperature and luckily her fever had gone down. He looked at Maya's face which was still pale with regret because he had made Maya sad to the point of pain. Marve decided to get some water so that when Maya woke up she could drink.
Before that, he kissed Maya's forehead, who was still asleep.