Page 34 of Falling for My Ex Next Door

Jacob made way for her, so she could stay next to me. She greeted me, sweetly asking how I was feeling, and then did a thorough check-up.

“What happened to me?” I asked.

“You must have fallen dizzy and gone unconscious as a result. You also had a fever. The doctor confirmed you were hypoglycemic.” She responded.

“Yeah,” I knew I had low blood sugar, which I was not concerned about at the detriment of my general well-being.

“You must try to rest as much as you can.” The nurse said.

“Please continue to take outstanding care of her.” She said to him before taking her leave. Then, it was back to both of us.

“Since when have you been hypoglycemic?” He asked immediately after the nurse left.

I wasn’t going to answer.

“Does anyone know about this besides you?” I asked, my eyes almost closing on their own.

He momentarily shut his eyes, and I could only deduce anger from his expression.

“Yes. I reached out to your mom.” He responded.

“Gosh, why?” I felt angry all of a sudden.

“What do you mean why?” He frowned.

“I don’t want to bother anyone, especially my parents, so it would have been good if you had just kept it to yourself,” I said, more to myself. My body was hurting more than ever.

“Well, I don’t think that would have been appropriate. She’s most probably on her way here.” He said, grumpily.

“Oh, good Lord.” I groaned.

“That’s okay. You shouldn’t be talking too much. You’re still weak.” He rubbed my arm.

He was right; I shouldn’t be talking too much, but I was still curious about how he managed to bring me here. How did he know I had fallen unconscious? Had he perhaps installed cameras in my house? Watching me day and night?

“I wanted to see you, so I came over. After repeatedly knocking and ringing your doorbell, I became worried, and luckily, the backdoor was open, so I could get in. I called 911 when I saw you were unconscious.” He explained.

I tried to nod. I had not quickly realized I was ill, and now, here I was, lying weak on a hospital bed with my breath hot and my breathing shallow.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly, gently massaging my palm.

I subconsciously enjoyed the rippled feeling, so I let him hold me.

The look in his eyes spoke of things that words could not measure, but I doubted it was the truth. However, I was genuinely thankful for his kindness. He was there when I needed help, and I was grateful.

“Would you like to have something to eat? A little?” He asked as he continuously rubbed my hand with his thumb.

“No, I don’t have an appetite right now.” I disagreed. I hated the taste that had coated the inside of my mouth, so I doubted if I could actually eat anything.

“You need energy, and you must eat something to get that energy. I can order anything you want. “

“It’s fine, Jacob.” I didn’t want to burden him in any way.

“You are in my care until your mom arrives, so I need you to please cooperate with me.”

“I am not hungry.”

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