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

After some minutes, he opened his eyes and looked at Sasha again, he eyes still revealed warmth that Sasha almost lost her balance "can I sleep now?" He asked softly. Sasha nodded when she recovered herself and approached him, she removed the pillow and helped lie down, she wanted to cover him with the duvet but remembering how sweaty he was a while ago, she didn't.

Michael fell back asleep immediately his head touched the pillow, he didn't know that he had revealed his gentle side in his sleepiness and Sasha is not about to tell him though. She thought about going back to her room but remembering his fever, she dragged the chair in the room closer to the bed, she sat on it and used her hand as pillow on the bed. She thought about the difference in Michael just now and remembered what Gary told her, that he is not always cold, so did he act like this because of his fever? She just can't tell.

when Sasha opened her eyes in the morning, the first thing she saw was a pair of beautiful blue eyes staring at her coldly in the bed, she sat up immediately and rubbed her eyes before looking at the man lying on the bed again, he looked at for some seconds before looking away as if she was not there. Sasha stood up, she wanted to feel his forehead for his fever but she needs no soothsayer to tell her that he was back to his old self and not the warm person she encountered early this morning.

The doorbell rang and Sasha knew the nurse was there already, she left the room and went downstairs, she opened the door and fair enough, she was standing there "good morning Mrs. Brown" the lady greeted and Sasha nodded in greeting. She left the door and the lady entered and shut it gently after her "I trust Mr. Brown is awake?" The nurse asked as they climbed the stairs.

"Yes" Sasha answered as she pushed open the door to the room. The two of them walked inside and she closed the door after her.

"Good morning Mr. Brown, how are you feeling today?"

"Good" Michael answered expressionlessly.

"That is very good" she nodded with a smile before turning to look at Sasha "he took his two o'clock medicine right?"

"yes, I gave them to him myself."

"Was there any issues last night, more like, did he burn a fever?"

​​​​​"Yes he did. I walked in and he was burning. I calmed the fever down with a cold towel before feeding him the medicine. Although the fever made us twenty minutes late for his medicine, I hope it didn't change anything?"
"Not it's okay. I expected the fever though and it's so good that you were here to help him" the lady smiled to her and Sasha nodded.

"Glad I could help."

Michael listened as the two women conversed, he was down with fever this morning and she helped calm it down? How come he doesn't have any memory of it? Could it be the reason he woke up to discover that his shirt's buttons were open? She fed him his medicine, how can he not remember any of this? He frowned as he searched his memory but he can't seem to remember anything.

"I will be downstairs, if you need anything you can call me" Sasha turned to walk out of the room.

"Go to work" Michael ordered and she turned to look at him.

"But I..."

"You don't need to worry about anything. Belinda can take care of me" he said indifferently.

Sasha took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before nodding "okay. I will leave now then."

"Take care of yourself Mrs. Brown" Belinda said after her and Sasha forced a smile before leaving the room.

Three months later, Sasha walked into Michael's room to help him take his medicines. Belinda has called to notify them that she would be late that morning and that Sasha has to be with Michael till she arrives. Michael was sitting up in the bed, there was a pillow in between his back and the headboard, he had already trained himself to do that. His laptop was on his laps and he was typing into it.

"Belinda called. She will be late this morning" Sasha reported but the man on the bed didn't even acknowledge her "I will stay with you till she arrives" but yet, she got no response.

She walked to the table and poured a glass of water for him, she turned and passed it to him but he didn't even raise his head to look at her. Gary had visited that morning and had brought him breakfast and some documents. Michael had ordered him to always bring food for him along with some documents to keep him busy, so the one he was working on now was brought by Gary this morning "you need to take your medicine Michael, it's for your health" she added, she was tired, not physically tired but emotionally tired.

It's been one good year but no progress in her marriage, she had thought maybe in his condition that they could get close to each other since he was always at home but no, he doesn't even let her stay at home, always ordering her to go to work, he had gotten Gary to place a table before his bed and there, he always put his laptop and his medicines. He could sit up on the bed on his own now, so he had set his alarm to wake him up in the night for him to take his medicine. He just doesn't want her helping him and she knows and it hurts her that her husband can't even depend on her in his condition.

Sasha sighed and placed the glass cup back on the table, she stared at him and her eyes welled up with rears, she is tired of leaving like this, she is tired of leaving like a ghost in her own matrimonial home "what did I ever do to you?" She asked softly.