Damien was still sleeping on the couch. I cooked breakfast for me and him incase he decides to eat. It was almost time to leave for work but he still hasn't woken up. I have already prepared his clothes.

I wondered if I should go and wake him up. What if he just shouts at me for waking him up and has planned not to go today? But what if he shouts at me for not waking him up? Makes my work so difficult.

I went to the living room and called his name out. He didn't even budge. I called him again but no response. As I moved towards him, he was sleeping peacefully, I called him again. And this time he moved a little. He winced in pain as he moved. Alcohol side effects for sure.

He tried to sit but I guess hangover was hitting hard. He moaned in pain again and the bright sunlight that was coming through glass wall was hitting his eyes. He adjusted to it and sat up.

I passed him a glass of water with painkillers. But as my fingers slightly touched his, I noticed he was all hot. Without thinking I then put my hand on his forehead and he was all hot. He might has a fever.

"You have a high fever." I stated as he gulped the medicine.

"Time." His voice came out, soft and lazy.

"9:00." He jolted up at that and asked, "Why didn't you wake me up early?" He has a fever. I don't think he should be going to office anyway.

"I think you should rest for today." I said.

Ignoring me, he went to his room. After half an hour he came out all ready to go to work.

"Let's go, Miss Smith."

"But you have a fever." I argued. As his personal care taker it's my responsibility. Don't want him fainting in office.

"I'm fine." He breathed out, looked very much not fine.

..

When I reached to office, he was already there. I was just sitting on my table waiting for his commands. But didn't get any, I decide to make him a cup of coffee. While I was making the coffee. I heard the barbie's voice. You guessed it right? Melissa, who else.

She walked into his office without sparing me a look. Thank god! After making him a cup of coffee, I went in. Melissa was sitting on the chair, fixing her makeup while Damien, god his head was down on the table.

Did he faint?

I panicked and went towards him. I slightly touched him, his eyes were close.

"He's burning in fever." I told Melissa.

"My poor baby."

"We should take him to the hospital." I stated. But she didn't respond.

"Mr Knight." He slowly got up. He took the coffee and drank it.

I was just standing there not knowing what to do. He is sick and I pity him. When I fainted he was the one who took me to hospital. My human heart won't let me leave this man alone at this condition.

"You could have told me you were sick. I wasted all my time coming here and what if I get your sickness? I have a shooting tomorrow in Paris." Melissa snarled in annoyance. Poor him is sick and instead of receiving a good care from his girlfriend, he is receiving disgusting glares.

Damien didn't say anything to her and switched on the laptop before ordering me to go out.

I hesitantly went out, really don't want to leave him all sick. Right after Melissa also came out, huffing and stomping her feet in annoyance. Looking at her behaviour, I wish she gets sick too. So she knows never be disgusted by anyone at anything.

As she went out, I decided to go in. Damien again had his head down on the table. "Mr Knight, you alright?" This is starting to concern me.

My heart aches at seeing this all strong bulky man like this. It's not because my feelings are back for him, that's not the case. As a human, I'm looking out for another human.

"Everything hurts." I heard his small voice.

"Do you want me to massage your head?" I asked. I didn't get a response.

As his forehead was down I couldn't. I massaged his shoulders instead. They were too tense under my hands. I could feel all the stress and tension in them. How much of responsibility he has. It felt like he was handling all the burden of the world in his shoulder. He relaxed under my touch and moaned in relaxation.

"Do you hate me?" Out of sudden he asked.

Huh!

I didn't reply.

"Do you?" He asked again.

"Hate is a strong world, Mr Knight, I just dislike you." I told him in all honesty.

He makes me work like I'm some alien or robot. That's one strong reason to dislike him other then the fact how he broke my little teenage heart four years ago.

I didn't hear anymore word from his side. It was now 15 or 20 minutes I was massaging his shoulder, my hands were tired now.

"Mr Knight?"

No response.

"Mr Knight?"

Again no response.

As I neared him, I noticed he fell asleep. But I could be wrong and maybe he just fainted. I touched his forehead and the fever was still there.

I couldn't resist touching his cheeks. As I touched them, I felt butterflies erupting my stomach. He was so hot that I wanted to cry at his condition. I could feel how broken he was. As if just tired of all burden.

"Mr Knight?" My hands were still on his cheek.

I poked him a little but no response. I freaked out at the situation cause he sured just fainted.

Just right at that moment, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to Chris.

"Hi, Winnie."

He looked at my sad and panicked face and asked what happened.

"Damien, he fainted."

Chris' eyes snapped on Damien. The happy expression he had was replaced with the concerned one as he wasted no time and went to Damien.

"Damien." His voice called him.

"Damn, he fainted and he's burning in fever. Why didn't you call someone?" He asked and I stayed quiet. Blaming myself for his condition getting worst.

He tossed some keys at me and asked me to go and get the car while he carry Damien all the way to the car.

As we sat on the car, I sat on the back with Damien. His head was on my lap, his eyes closed. I couldn't help but shed tears. I just can't stand anyone getting sick.

Chris looked at me through the mirror, "He will be fine, Winnie. He is a very a strong person." I nodded.

Damien moved a little and his face was now directly on my stomach. His breath was passing on it as I shivered. All the time butterflies were not leaving my stomach and I blushed a little. This is the closest I have been to some man.

"Where am I?" He asked, now waking up.

"We are taking you to the hospital." I told him, as he tried to sit up.

He looked at Chris and his expression changed to furious. He then passed me an angry glare, "Out of everyone you had to ask this despicable man to carry me to the hospital?" His voice was loud yet small.

"He's just helping us." I replied.

"Stop the car." He ordered Chris.

Gosh I am annoyed with this man. He is burning with a high fever and here his ego comes in between. Can he relax?

"I'm just helping, bro."

"Don't fucking bro me." This time he snapped bad.

I was taken back by such a bratty behaviour of Damien. Someone is helping you and instead of thanking them you're just snapping at them. But still Chris didn't stop the car.

Through the mirror, he nodded his head at me messaging me through his eyes that he can understand the situation and still willing to help.

"Jesus, my head." The car came to sudden holt, making Damien fall down on my lap again.

And he didn't get up again. He just neared his face more close my stomach as his hands moved around my waist as he hold it tight. His nose was nuzzling against my stomach. I could feel him going relax. I put my hands on his forehead and gave him a message. His temples were into much pressure, I was trying to release it. Why is he in so much stressed? Why does he make his own life so difficult?

Chris turned around to tell me we were there and helped me with carrying Damien inside. Damien was not all wake, he was just dizzy.

Doctor gave him a sleeping injection, telling us he has been not taking good full night sleep and this is effecting his health and ofcourse last night alcohol had a play in it too. He gave some medicine which Damien needs to take every night before sleeping. The rest of the day Damien slept through. And Chris stayed in the hospital with me.

I went to the toilet while Chris stayed in the room with Damien. As I came back, I stopped on my tracks, hearing Chris murmuring something, "I visited her today." Her? Who?

Sorry I'm being nosy but let me just listen.

"Her grave was blooming and that moment I knew she was enjoying her time up in heaven." He continued.

So he's talking about someone who's death.

"It's been 3 years now."

Huh!

"Would you just move on from past now, Damien?"

"Why the fuck no one told me that he is in the hospital." Came Ethan shotiung towards me. He pushed past me and entered the room, disturbing the moment Chris was having with sleeping Damien. Chris looked at me, figuring out that I was sneaking. I shushed Ethan and directed him to come out with us as Damien is sleeping peacefully, Chris came along with us.

He glared at Chris and came out with us. "And what the fuck is he doing here?"

"Jesus, would you stop saying the 'f' world in every sentence." I hissed.

Ignoring me, he got the hold of Chris' shoulder and pushed him towards the wall, "What the heck did you do this time?" He snapped.

"Leave him, he was just helping me." Ethan didn't listen to me and threw a punch on Chris' jaw.

I got in between them and that's when Ethan stopped. Chris jaw had a big bruise in it and I gave him an apologetic look. He always gets into trouble cause of me.

"There was no need for that." I scolded Ethan.

"You leave now." He said to Chris and this time Chris looked more angry, "I'm staying." He stated not moving an inch. I wonder what's the problem between them. Damien doesn't seem to like Chris either. Ethan didn't say anymore words and left us.