Crush To Boss. ✓ [Editing]

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I gulped when I noticed the annoyance in his voice.

"Good."

I looked somewhere else avoiding eye contact with him.

"Sit up."

I obeyed and sat properly noticing i was still in yesterday's clothes. I pulled the blanket near my chest.

"Did you skip your meals?"

Did i? No i didn't. I just forgot to cook as i was too busy doing something else.

"No."

"Lies. Do you even have any idea how weak your immune system is?"

I blinked my eyes.

"I talked to your dad."

I went stiff. Does this means dad knows? And how does this man know me? Have we met before?

"I need to do some blood tests right now."

Oh god this doctor is ruthless!

"No!"

Came my rude voice. But i went silent as i heard a familiar deep voice speak.

"Elle."

My eyes darted towards Enzo who was sitting at the end of the bed and Eric who stood there worried.

I blinked my eyes.

Oh my god. The doctor gripped my arm.

"Please..I'm scared.."

I pleaded. He sighed.

"I'll distract you."

And I knew damn well I won't be distracted. My mind would more focused on pain.

"Eh!"

I tried to pull away my arm not listening to his words.

"The more you move the more it hurts."

I stayed still, giving up.

When the needle pierced through my skin i hissed loudly.

After a few seconds pulled out the needle.

"Good."

He immediately put the white bandaid around the small, invisible hole.

"Reports will be ready by tomorrow morning."

He said and got up.

Eric lead him out of the house while i sat there completely overwhelmed by whatever that happened.

I looked at the placed where he pierced the needle.

"Elle, why did you do that?"

Said Enzo who now sat next to me, giving me a look anger.

"I just.. forgot to eat.. i dont know.. i-i never skip my meals."

I mumbled. My eyes slowly went teary. I sniffed softly .

"You are crying ?"

He asked with a surprised face.

"Why did he do that!"

I yelled weakly. Enzo parted my head in order to calm me down.

"It's for your own good."

He spoke.

"Elle you are so careless with your health, don't you understand?!"

Then he switched back to his angry tone.

I looked at him a bit scared.

He looks like my mom. My mom too yells at me when I fall sick.

"Do you know how concerned I- we were?"