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The next morning, Chaewon woke up to the news that Sakura was feverish. It was Yunjin, who Chaewon saw coming out of Sakura’s room, the person that spoke to her about it, and, although she offered —again— her help saying that she didn’t have any problem at all in staying, Chaewon stood firm to her words and refused. Not even the puppy eyes Yunjin threw at her could convince her of changing her opinion.
—We'll be fine. —Chaewon says as she pushes Yunjin towards the open door of their apartment. Behind them Kazuha and Eunchae share some glances, not wanting to get into the pair of stubborn girls.
Still, when the three of them were outside, Yunjin walking ahead, Eunchae said: —We should tell a manager to keep an eye on them.
—Yeah, just in case. —Kazuha supports the idea.
— — — — —
Now, Chaewon is alone in the living room, the TV playing in the background. She touches the already closed door with her forehead, her eyes closed.
Seriously, I'm alone now.
I should go and see-
Her thoughts stop when footsteps can be heard; it can't be anyone else but Sakura and her tired semblance trying to get to the kitchen,
—Hey. —Chaewon speaks, drawing Sakura´s attention who stops and stares at her.
—You are still here.
—I said I would stay with you.
—So, the fight I heard between you and Yunjin wasn't a dream.
—... We weren't fighting, we…. —Chaewon mumbles and gets quiet, her cheeks get flushed knowing that Sakura had heard what she had said to Yunjin, things that were about her and how well she would take care of her. —That doesn’t matter now, what are you doing on your feet? You should stay in bed.
—I can perfectly go for a glass of water. I'm just sick, nothing more nothing less. —Sakura says and continues her way to the kitchen.
Chaewon follows her a little behind. She doesn't want to invade her space so much. She remembered when her mother was sick, she became very over sensitive and getting too close caused to get angry. Maybe Sakura is like that too, or maybe not. Alas, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Sakura stretches her body to reach where the glasses are. Suddenly she stops and closes her eyes abruptly. Chaewon gets alert and intends to get closer, but she stops as she sees Sakura’s raising hand, reassuring her that everything is fine.
But that is not true, because in a moment the grip in Sakura's hand weakens and the glass falls and shatters into pieces.
Chaewon knows she must be careful with the broken glass scattered on the floor, but when Sakura’s safety is at risk, which is more important?
That doesn’t even need to be a question.
It seems that giving Sakura some space can’t be possible, at least not right now, because Chaewon is practically glued to Sakura, arms around her waist.
—Easy, easy. I’ve got you. —Chaewon says in a soft tone, tightening her grip. She can clearly feel the warmth of Sakura’s breath on her neck. For a moment she gets lost in the feeling, but something in the back of her mind tells her to wake up and put her shit together. Girl, get out of here before one of you gets injured.
Chaewon starts to walk to the other side of the kitchen. —Hold on to me, we’ll get back to your room. —Sakura nods and leans on Chaewon who is now concentrating on not letting go of Sakura so that she doesn't end up on the floor.
She is not the strongest of the group so getting to the room is a challenge, but not impossible.
The thing is, now she is the one in need of a glass of water.
With Sakura back in her bed she goes out, passes by the glass scattered in the kitchen and gets the water. After drinking she makes her way back to the room. She doesn't forget to bring some water to Sakura who receives it while sitting.
—That was dangerous. —Chaewon says and sits on the edge of the bed. She runs her hands over her face and lets out a big sigh. —Seriously, Sakura, you should stay here. I can- —and she suddenly stops when she feels discomfort in one of her feet.
If she had ignored that sensation, she would not have come across that scene of blood on the floor.
Too bad she didn't.
And now she is looking at a little bit of blood -her blood- on the floor of Sakura's room.
She doesn’t like it, like at all.
—Chaewon? —Sakura says, ready to sit up, but Chaewon grabs her by the shoulders and makes her lie down.
Chaewon has to stop herself from screaming at the pain and disgust of remembering what she had seen. She doesn't want Sakura to worry, let alone feel guilty.
She has to pretend she's fine and get Sakura to not see her walk, because just with tha she could point out something was wrong with her.
—Close your eyes and don't move. I'm going to make you something to eat.
—But-
—Sakura, please. —She pleads as she moves closer. Sakura gets quiet and looks at her; Chaewon does the same and it is just now that she realizes how pale the other woman is.
—Okay, Okay, I’ll do it. —Sakura accepts and does as requested. Chaewon wastes no time and with all her strength she gets up and walks. No matter if her steps are heavy, she just wants to get out and go to the kitchen.
When she arrives she gets a closer look at everything. There are pieces of glass scattered on the floor and also water. It's a mess.
She then plans things out: first she will clean up the kitchen, then prepare something simple to eat and finally treat the wound.
Yes, that’s what she’ll do.