Love Hate Relationship by Goodness Shadrach (best classic books .txt) 📕

Michael was in the room, he was still sitting on his wheelchair, the nurse had offered to help him settle in the bed but he had discharged her saying it was too early. He sighed and wheeled himself to the bedside cabinet, he opened a drawer and brought out a cigarette case and a lighter, he wheeled himself to his balcony, brought out a cigarette stick and lit it, just as he brought it to his lips, he remembered what the doctor said, he has to stay off smoking for the main time because it will affect his healing, he groaned and threw the lit cigarette on the ashtray.

He stayed in the balcony for a while before going into the room, he decided to climb into the bed, but when he tried to get up, he couldn't, his back hurts the more he tried and he was already sweating profusely. He grunted when he felt a sharp pain in his waist at his next try and he gritted his teeth. His wife is downstairs, she can help him but he told himself he won't be dependent on her, if she won't love him then he won't let her know he loves her and also won't let her come close to him.

Just as he wanted to give up, the door opened and Sasha walked in carrying a tray with food, she placed the tray on the nightstand before turning to look at him, she can see his already drenched shirt and the pain on his face even though he was trying to hide it, seeing him beside the bed, she already knew what he wanted and her heart hurt, can't he call her to help him? Must he do everything himself? She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before saying to him "I made dinner, you need to eat so you can be able to take your medicine."

Michael didn't respond and she walked a little closer to him "Michael, I understand I'm the last person you want to see now but, this is about your health, you need to put all differences aside, I'm the best you have got at the moment, so let me help you, please."

Michael heaved a deep sigh before turning his wheelchair to face her "I'm not hungry."

"Then what about your medicine?"

"It's by two in the morning" he answered coldly.

"Will you take it without eating?" She asked but he didn't respond. She stood there for like three minutes before going closer to him, she bent to carry his leg.

"Don't touch me" he gritted his teeth and Sasha paused in her action, she looked up at him.

"If I don't, then how will I help you lie down?" She asked and he bit his lower lip, she is right, he can't believe that finally he has to depend on her before he can lie down in his own bed! Ha, this world is unbelievable, he thought.

When Sasha got no response from him, she continued with her action of bringing his leg down from the wheelchair, she got up and looked at him but he wasn't looking at her, she heaved a sigh before bending over and putting her hands under his arm, she then lift him up from the wheelchair and placed him on the bed, due to his weight she ended up falling on top him and he winced and gritted his teeth in pain "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" Sasha rushed to apologize but Michael had his eyes closed and his brows furrowed in pain.

Sasha got up from him and gently carried his long legs and placed on the bed, she helped him lay comfortably and covered him with the duvet. Michael didn't look at her again and Sasha contemplated whether she should stay in the room with him or not, she wanted to ask him but he already had his closed so she decided to leave.

At two in the morning, she went back to the room in order to help him take his medicine only to find him sweating profusely, his face was in a frown as if he was in pain but his eyes were still closed, Sasha felt his forehead and he was burning with fever. She rushed into the bathroom and soaked a towel with cold water before rushing out, she placed the towel on his forehead and left to get another.

His body was hot and so without thinking, she unbuttoned his shirt and started cleaning him up with the wet towel. The towel got hot in no time so she went downstairs and came up again with a bowl filled with cold water, she dipped the towel into the water and squeezed the water out before cleaning his body again. She removed the one she placed on his forehead and dipped inside the cold water before placing it again on his forehead.

After some minutes, his fever was already coming down, his scrunched up face slowly relaxed, and she almost didn't want to wake him up but he has to take his medicine and he was already twenty minutes late "Michael" she called softly and gently nudged him "Michael" she called again and his eyelids shook but he didn't wake up "Michael."

Slowly his eyes opened and in it, Sasha saw another side of him which she has never seen before, his eyes was a little dull and for once, it doesn't hold it's coldness but was rather warm, she saw a helpless man who really needs to be loved and her heart melted. He was just staring at her, perhaps waiting for her to say why she woke him up "you need to take your medicine" she said to him and he nodded gently.

Michael tried to get up and Sasha got up immediately, she got a pillow and slowly help him sit up, she placed the pillow at the headboard and helped him rest his back on it. She got up and got his medicines, she placed them in his palm and poured him a glass of water. Michael collected the water from her and drank his medicine obediently.

Sasha watched him from the sideways with love in her eyes, he passed the glass back to her when he was done and she collected it and placed on the table "are you hungry?" She asked him and he shook his head. Out of impulse, she reached out to feel his forehead again, realizing what she was doing, she withdrew her hand immediately but Michael didn't even look at her nor reacted the way she thought he would. He rest his head on the headboard and closed his eyes.