WHY ME?

[Chapter-XXI]

                        C O N N O R

I woke up to the sound of someone talking, I opened my eyes, squinting them as the sun beamed down on my face.

My head thumped, as I tightened the blanket around myself, trying to keep myself from feeling cold.

I slowly sat up, putting my hands up to my head in attempt to soothe my headache. I felt nauseous and the sight of all the bruises that loitered my stomach didn’t help. I looked up to see Jaxon on the phone to someone, his back towards me. I let out a small sneeze just as a blurry vision appeared.

"I’ll call u later, Connor hasn’t been feeling well all night." Jaxon said to the person on the phone before he walked towards me.

"Not feeling so good?" I shook my head in response, as he placed his hand on my forehead.

"You have a fever," He said slowly rubbing my forehead. "Lay back down."

"Where's Thibbault, Elliot-"

"They're at school. They won't be back til’ 3." He said cutting me off.

"I'm sorry about what they did, but don’t worry they got what they deserved." He stated.

"W-What do you mean?"

"Rick," He called out, completely ignoring my question. "Bring the thermometer, please."

I lay back down and started coughing, as the cold struck my body causing me to shiver. Not more than a minute later, I realized that I wasn't in my wet clothes from yesterday.

"W-What happened? How did I get here?" I asked.

"You don't remember?" Jaxon asked with a raised brow.

"Not really." I whispered.

My hands gripped my head, once again, in attempt to stop it from aching. I felt Jaxon pressed his own hands against my head softly, causing some relief.

"Here you go, sir." Rick said placing a thermometer on the table besides me.

"You aren’t feeling well, Master Connor?" He asked, giving me a smile.

"No." I whispered.

"Hopefully, you'll get better." He gave me a sad smile, before leaving.

Beside Harvey, no one is allowed to call us by our names. I don't know why.

"I don’t want you to use that." I exclaimed to Jaxon when I saw him holding the thermometer in his hand.

"It will help to tell the temperature of your body."

"No." I said.

"Yes. Now open your mouth."

"No, it will hurt." I frowned.

"It won't hurt, I promise." He said softly, while stroking my hair. "Now open your mouth."

"It will hurt." I muttered while slowly opening my mouth.

I felt the stick being placed under my tongue and I closed my mouth. I’m not going to lie; it didn't hurt like I thought it would.

"It’s 40 F!" I looked at him, worriedly.

Is 40 F considered as a high fever?

When he saw my face his worried expression quickly morphed into a slight frown. I bit my bottom lip and stared down at my bedsheets.

"Don't worry, I’m going to call the doctor, he’ll give you some medicine and you’ll get better."

"No." I quickly replied.