Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 5

My consciousness snapped back into reality, but I remained still, keeping my breath steady and my

eyes shut, listening to the approaching footsteps. I recognized them to be Zora's.

My hand, hidden under the blanket, clenched involuntarily, sweat pooling in my palm.

Although I was lying with my back to the door, I could sense her standing at the foot of my bed. I could

feel her faint breaths and the subtle scent of her perfume.

"Ma'am!" she called out softly.

I didn't respond, didn't move.

The next second, she touched my shoulder, her grip heavier than expected. Thankfully, I was prepared

for it, or else I would have been exposed.

"Your are sleeping like the dead!"

She muttered, her voice barely audible, but it echoed in my ears like thunder. It wasn't a compliment, I

could tell. Her tone was filled with disdain.

My thoughts started to clear a bit. It was indeed Zora.

Before I could confirm this thought, a terrifying scene unfolded before me, leaving me no time to react.

A sharp pain shot through my scalp, causing me to moan instinctively. I was on the verge of being

exposed.

I suppressed it, shifting my head slightly to show discomfort, but I remained drowsy, not fully awake.

But inwardly, I was falling apart. Injustice, anger, shock, a tidal wave of emotions crashing down on me.

I wished I could cry, I was gritting my teeth hard.

Zora, have I done anything wrong to you in these eight years? I treated you like a sister, and yet you

treated me like this.

I finally understood. Over the past few months, the needle-like pain that often appeared, piercing yet

fleeting in my drowsy consciousness, I thought it was a dream.

Who would have thought it was a cruel reality happening to me? No wonder the pain felt so real,

lingering even after I've woken up.

Perhaps seeing that I still hadn't woken up, her hand smacked my face, "Wake up! It's time to take your

medicine!"

Her voice was far from the usual softness, it was downright chilling.

I was bewildered, I couldn't believe that Zora could have done this to me.

It wasn't until another smack landed on my face that I realized I couldn't pretend any longer.

I stirred, letting out a soft moan, slowly opening my eyes, looking out the window in confusion. What on

earth was happening? How did Zora, who seemed so gentle and honest, turn into a wicked woman?

Zora's voice rang out again, her tone had returned to its original softness, "Ma'am, time to wake up. It's

time for your medicine."

"Uh..." I sighed, composed myself, and slowly turned over, staring blankly at Zora who was standing at

the foot of my bed, my eyes a little misty.

Meeting my gaze, her smile faltered for a moment, then she said softly, "Ma'am, did you sleep well? Do

you want me to help you sit up?"

I didn't take my eyes off her, I kept staring until she looked a bit tense, swallowed, and looked away. I

then sighed in an aggrieved tone, "Zora, I've been thinking, do I have some serious illness that you all

are hiding from me?"

She nonchalantly adjusted my blanket, and said dismissively, "Ma'am, you're overthinking. Everyone

gets sick. You're just worn out from childbirth. You'll be fine after some rest."

"Maybe, but why do I feel weaker each day? The sleep is so heavy, it feels like I've slept a lifetime. All I

do is sleep and take medicine all day. Zora, I appreciate your hard work."

"Ma'am, please don't say that. It's not hard, it's my job!" She looked at me, "Sleeping helps you heal,

don't be scared! I'll get your medicine, it's most effective while hot!"

She swiftly turned and walked out. I slowly sat up, staring blankly in the direction she left. I touched the

spot on my scalp where I'd been pricked, quickly thinking about how I could dodge the impending dose

of medicine.

When I pulled my hand back, I saw a trace of blood on my fingertips. It was a small amount, but bright

red.

I wiped it away without changing my expression.

Soon, Zora returned with the medicine and handed it to me, "It's still hot, take it."

I merely hummed in response, not taking the bowl. Instead, I raised my hand to the spot on my scalp

that'd been pricked, then looked up at Zora, "Zora, can you look at this? It hurts here."