Man, what's wrong with you?

"Ouch!" Jeremy frowned when he heard this, tightening his grip on her waist.
She was a fragile woman so why did she insist on putting up a front? She needed to share the burden with someone else. There
was no need to carry it all alone.
Jeremy fixed his gaze on Sherry, his heart softening.
"Honey, don't be afraid. I'm here," he whispered, his voice helpless and hesitant.
What could he possibly do to make up for all that he had done to her?
Soon, the night fell upon them.
Whenever she breathed, her back twinged. It pained Jeremy to hear this so much so that he couldn't fall asleep.
Throughout the night, Jeremy continued to comfort Sherry whenever she softly groaned in pain.
When the warm sunshine broke in that morning, the cool wind came into the room.
Sherry started to stir when she felt a warm breath hovering over the tip of her nose. As she inhaled, she smelled a familiar scent.
Only then did she open her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Jeremy's face just about an inch away from hers. His eyebrows were knitted together as if he hadn't
slept well.
The bed was small enough for the two of them to snuggle up together. When Sherry lowered her eyes, she noticed that his hand
was on her waist while his legs were curled up towards her.
She reached out her hands and felt up the empty space behind all the while noticing how little space Jeremy had left on his side.
Moreover, he wasn't wearing a shirt. If she scooted just a little bit nearer him, she could already feel his bare chest.
As Sherry watched him, she couldn't help but scowl.
The sourness of their history was still etched in her mind.
"Jeremy..." she croaked as she pushed him.

Eyes widened, she watched as Jeremy began to stir. She thought he would roll off the bed.
But he didn't. He just moved a little and slowly opened his eyes.
He looked deeply into her eyes, still a little dazed. When he finally realized what the look on her face meant, he furrowed his
brows together.
"What are you looking at? Get out now!" Sherry sounded a little sluggish. Despite looking a little better, it was obvious that she
was still lethargic.
He figured he had probably put his weight on her when he was sleeping. Frowning, he asked, "Did I hurt you? Let me see."
He tried to lift her clothes to look at her back when Sherry slapped his hand away. "Get out!" she demanded.
'Don't let that bitter feeling back in your heart. Don't let the strong heart you worked so hard to build just collapse,' Sherry told
herself.
Last night, when Sherry slept, she kept her back to him but when she woke up, she was already facing him.
With a smile, he lowered his head and quickly planted a kiss on her forehead. "Fine."
Biting her lips, Sherry harshly wiped her forehead and said, "I would prefer it if you don't stay here anymore."
As Jeremy got out of bed, he took his time. First, he stretched his arms and then his legs. Upon hearing what she said, he forced
a smile and said, "Well, you're the patient which means I should listen to you."
He bent over and picked up his white shirt on the floor, showing his sculptured back.
Sherry rolled over, completely forgetting about the wound in her back. As she did, she exhaled harshly from the pain. Jeremy
then hastily stretched out to cushion her back with his hands.
Sherry turned her head and grumbled, "Thanks."
As ever, she was estranged and indifferent.
Jeremy then withdrew his hand and turned.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jeremy propped up his hands, and wrapped hers in his hands. "Get up and brush your teeth. Do
you want me to help you?"
She did need to wash up already and she was planning on getting up once he left. "Don't you need to be at work?"
"I do but it's not as important as you." He leaned forward a little, his face inches away from hers.
Hearing this, Sherry was shocked. She covered his hands with hers and said, "Don't do anything outrageous in the hospital."
"Don't get me wrong. I'm just here to take care of you." The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile as if to show his sincerity.
Sherry kept silent for a few seconds before she propped herself up on the bed, attempting to sit up. Jeremy then reached out his
arms to hug her. She blurted out, "We don't need to hug. It's more painful for me if we do."
His hands stopped midair before he shamefully slid them back inside the pockets of his pants.
His extreme and meticulous concern for her sent her into a trance. As she listened to him list out orders to Barry, she was in a
daze.
She then chimed in, "Why did you ask Barry to buy pig liver for me?"
"Because you lost too much blood yesterday." After he hung up the phone, he turned to look at her, playing with his phone in his
hands.
"I'm not going to eat that!" Sherry threw the quilt over her head as an act of protest.
As he sat on the sofa, he couldn't help but be amused by her. "It doesn't matter if you don't want to. You still have to eat it."
Barry didn't come in person. Before long, another secretary was sent by Barry to bring food. She only left after she set up the
food on the table.
He picked up the bowl of porridge with pig liver on the table and looked at Sherry, who was seemingly pretending to be sleeping.
He rolled up her sleeves and sat on the edge of the bed. His tall body covered the sunlight that came out from the window. He
reached out and gently pulled the quilt away.