“So,” Petra began, moving away from where she sat. “What is wrong with him?”

“It’s a flu and I should check you too. It’s contagious, I’ll prescribe some drugs to him and in a week he will be alright. Don’t worry,” I smiled at her.

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief.

Even with their enclosed relationship, she cared so much about him. It was beautiful, I knew he cared too, he just needed time showing it, like Lance.

“He was running a fever throughout the night,” Petra added in worry.

“Yes, it’s part of the symptoms of the flu. I just injected him with a cure. I’ve written down drugs...