Take Me Away

The weather in P City always felt like spring all year round. Even during the early hours of the morning, the temperature felt hot. Spencer was dripping with sweat when he woke up. After dabbing his forehead with a towel, he lifted the quilt from Fiona so that she did not feel too warm. Having done that, he walked out of the room to wash up.

Fiona felt a bit chilly as she stirred. With eyes half-closed, she reached for the quilt and pulled it back over her. She had never been one to get up late in the morning, but that day, she wanted nothing more but to stay in bed. Also, she felt like her temperature was a bit high.

Last night, Spencer made love to her a little too forcefully. She vaguely remembered how he stroked her back as he held her.

Recalling this, Fiona jolted up in her bed and touched her back. Her skin felt smooth. There was no trace of the scars that used to mar her complexion. Spencer must have noticed it, too. But why didn't he say anything?

Doubt and worry crept into her heart but she didn't know what to make of her thoughts.

She had been staying in Spencer's room for the last three days without going out. Every now and then, her temperature would climb and she would suffer from a slight fever.

One morning, Fiona had just finished breakfast when she heard that George wasn't taking his medicine or eating his meals. She immediately rushed to the infirmary.

As she approached the ward, she heard a loud noise coming from his room.

"I said I don't want to eat! Leave me alone!"

distance from the door when she heard George growl. She quickened her pace. She was about to enter the room, when she bumped into a nurse leaving George. She was carrying a tray of food that looked untouched. When she

she held her arms to receive the tray. "Can you

and gave the tray of food and

gently opened the door and

out! I don't want to see anyone!" George was lying in his bed staring out of the window. Even without seeing his face, she could tell that he was

soon as she saw him. She stood still and sobbed.

concern and guilt in his eyes, he asked, "Why are you

sorry. I'm so sorry..." Fiona lowered her head as tears streamed freely from her eyes. She cried so hard she almost

George sat up and pulled off his quilt to go and comfort her, only to remember that he couldn't

action caught Fiona's attention. Seeing George angrily beating his legs, she quickly put the tray down and grabbed his hands to keep him from hurting himself. "George! What are you

comfort you," George said fiercely. His face contorted to an expression pain.

held George's hands. Guilt and self-reproach consumed her. It was as if all the nerves in her body

that only Fiona's gasps and sobs

can still use my

gentle words, Fiona could help but burst

guilt for having caused George's injury or