Me After Meeting You

Even Amber was a bit scared by her own thoughts. She coughed quietly and softly asked, “Are you feeling okay? Have you taken any medicine?” She put down the things in her hands and continued, saying, “I’ll give you a checkup, alright?”

Ian was still looking at her, as if he was trying to confirm whether or not the person standing in front of him was real. After a while, he finally said, “I remember the front door being locked.”

Amber started sweating, but she still nodded in response and said, “It was locked, but I have the passcode.”

His forehead scrunched up slightly as he turned around and slowly sat up to look at her. Amber noticed that his body was very weak; even this simple action caused him to start breathing heavily.

She stretched out her hand, preparing to help him, but he shoved it away in rejection despite the pain. He closed his eyes and rested by leaning against the sofa for quite a while before asking in a tired tone, “Why are you here?”

“I heard that you were sick, so I’m here to see you.”

“You’ve seen me. Now leave.”

“Mr. Axton ….’

He opened his eyes, completely lucid by this point. His gaze held a familiar disaffection, reminiscent of his look the first time they had met; under that cold examining gaze, anyone would feel like a worthless speck of dust.

“Scram!” His voice wasn’t loud, and a sense of fatigue could be heard within it. “… It’s dirty now.”

Amber looked at her own pair of shoes she had indeed forgotten to take off her shoes when entering the house. The main problem was that she hadn’t even seen a shoe cabinet. Additionally, she was anxious to ascertain his condition, so she hadn’t even thought about this normal courtesy.

Realizing that she had unintentionally triggered one of his pet peeves, Amber put on an extremely apologetic tone. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see a pair of slippers that I could change into ….”

A pillow came flying at her, and along with it, a very familiar recording device. The pillow harmlessly fell by her feet, but the recording device bounced off of her leg, ultimately coming to a rest on the underside of the coffee table. Her voice hummed out from within. “The little rabbit secretly fell in love with a little fox ….”

When Ian realized that he had accidentally thrown the wrong thing at her, he got even angrier. “Scram!” he shouted, panting. When he saw that his shout had no effect on Amber, another pillow came flying at her. Actually, if there were enough items by his side, Amber believed that he would have thrown them all without hesitation.

The look in his eyes was very scary, heavy and gloomy. She had only seen him for a couple of minutes, but the evident weakness that he had shown while she was by the door seemed like a mirage, which had completely evaporated.

His loss of control came even quicker. Almost immediately after running out of things to throw, he exploded. He grabbed his head with both hands and shouted hoarsely, “Scram! Scram immediately!”

Amber immediately took off her shoes and walked closer, barefoot. She had planned on consoling him gently, but he forcefully shook her off. Even while weakened, Ian’s strength was way beyond what she could contend with, and she was pushed away before she could get any closer, almost falling down.

Amber took a deep breath, about to try again, when a voice suddenly called out to her from the door. “Dr. Camille!”

Amber turned around to see Ian’s grandparents by the door.

She glanced back at Ian, who was cradling his head in pain, and then walked out.

It wasn’t just Ian’s grandparents standing outside, there were also a few doctors in white coats that had come along with them. One of them was particularly old, likely someone who had been specifically called over.

Indeed, Ian’s grandfather introduced him as such. “This is Dr. Benny from the central hospital. The reason we weren’t here just now is because we were specially entreating him to come over.”

And then he introduced Amber to Dr. Benny, saying, “This is Dr. Nancy’s student, Dr. Camille.”

Amber knew of a very famous old general practitioner in the central hospital who was also called Dr. Benny. Most likely, he was the man standing in front of her. Because he was an esteemed senior, Amber still politely greeted him despite her rush. “I’m honored to have the opportunity to meet you.”

Dr. Benny was a kindly man, and he smiled at her briefly. Because of the occasion, the two didn’t have any time to exchange pleasantries.

Ian’s grandmother was even more rushed than she was, once Amber had finished greeting them, she pulled on her hand and anxiously and quietly asked, “What do we do? Ian’s been locked up in here for a few days and he hasn’t eaten anything in that time. When we came over in the evening to check on him, he was still running a high fever, and his skin was red and blotchy all over. He refuses to see a doctor, he refuses to take medicine, and he refuses to let us touch him. What do we do?”

Amber patted her hand reassuringly and asked, “When did you discover that he was sick?”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Just today. Someone from the office was looking for him but couldn’t get into contact him, so they called us instead. We searched all over town for him before we ultimately found out that he had fallen ill and locked himself in here.”

“We want to enter, but given his condition, can we?”

Upon hearing their tone, it seemed as if something like this had also happened in the past. Thus, this time, not only did they call Dr. Benny over, but they also had Nancy call Amber over too.

Amber then asked, “Did he behave the same way when he was last ill?”