I've Been There Before

Grace had been getting well after three days’ treating. The temperature had gradually dropped to normal.
At night, she looked at the man lying on the ground and got headache again. She was unable to chase him away anymore. After
forgetting everything and knowing that she won’t drive him away, he was brassier and became even more unreasonable. He
used all sorts of methods to sleep in her room every night. He was happy.
“Grace, warm your feet.”
Like every night before, he took the initiative to warm her feet.
No matter how she refused, he just ignored it.
She could just allow him to do what he wanted, not because she was not indifferent enough, but because he became even more
stubborn.
No matter how harshly she spoke to him, she would not be able to escape from his hands.
She looked over and saw his head down. His black and shiny hair was covering his beautiful eyebrows. It was still he, but doing
something that she could not explain.
If... if he was awake, she might be able to argue about the past and the future with him.
But now, he didn’t remember anything at all. Every time she wanted to vent her anger, he looked at her with a puzzled gaze and
asked repeatedly why she was angry.
She felt really powerless. In the end, she could only leave him alone and allow him to do what he wanted.
“I have to go to work tomorrow.”
“But...”
“The doctor said that I was healed.” She moved her feet to a more comfortable position on his knees. Her actions were honest.
She gradually accepted the habit that he warmed her feet every night.
Someone once said that habits were extremely terrifying. People had unknowingly developed all sorts of habits. One day, they
would suddenly realize... Oh, when did this habit start?

It was hard to be discovered and caught, but life was gradually changing by it, bit by bit, very subtly.
“OK,” he answered vaguely. The temperature of her feet was very good, completely different from the past.
She had a nice sleep. When she woke up, she was full of energy, which made her completely different from the past two days.
She got up and habitually glanced at the ground. However, the one who usually got up early was still sleeping today.
Instead of waking him up, she went around him and went out.
In the kitchen, after boiling water, she put rice into the pot, cooking porridge. She missed the smell of white rice porridge even
more.
Then she went washing.
He was still sleeping.
The fragrance gradually came, and a pot of white rice porridge was served at the table.
It was time for him to wake up.
She turned to her bedroom a little reluctantly, “Get up.”
There was no movement from him.
She was impatient.
“How long do you want to sleep?”
What responded to her was the coldness of the room, as well as his curling up body.
“Hey! Wake up!” She squatted down and pushed him angrily.
But...
Her expression changed as she touched his forehead. It was hot.
She panicked for no reason and scrambled to find a thermometer.
“Caden, wake up, wake up.” She patted his cheek and he opened his eyes in a daze. His first reaction was...

“Grace, I’m going to cook noodles.”
What noodles!
She cursed in her heart.
She stuffed the thermometer under his armpit, but he refused.
She immediately threatened him, “If you refused, I’ll check your anal temperature.”
Only then did he obediently allow her to stuff the thermometer into his armpit.
Actually, it was obvious that he was having a high fever.
She took out the thermometer and checked the temperature. Her hand trembled because of the high temperature and the
thermometer almost fell off.
“Ingemar, hurry up and bring Doctor Arn here!” She anxiously picked up the phone on the dressing table.
Ingemar could tell that she was panicking, but Arn said that she was good now.
“Do you want one more transfusion today?”
“Not me! It’s him!” she said in a trembling voice. “He’ was ill. High fever!”
Ingemar shouted, “Wait, we’ll come right away!”
She was so worried. He only woke up for a while and fainted again.
She didn’t know why she was so flustered at this moment. He was still lying on the ground. She wanted to wake him up. “Wake
up, wake up. Caden, wake up and get on the bed.”
He murmured, but did not open his eyes. Looking at his tightly knitted brows, she knew that he must be very uncomfortable.
She gritted her teeth and lifted his quilt, crouched down and raised his arm, wanting to move him onto the bed.
The structure of the human body was really strange. When one was slightly awake, a woman could barely support a man’s body.
However, if he fainted, he was as heavy as a large iron block, then got heavier and heavier.

Drops of sweat oozing out of her forehead. Her legs were trembling, but she was holding onto him tightly. She had almost used
out all her strength and finally moved him to the bed.
She kept walking around impatiently.
Why were they so slow? Why hadn’t they come yet?
It had been so long!
They finally rushed over.
Doctor Arn came and checked.
“It’s high. Hurry up and bring my medicine cabinet over!”