You broke up with your boyfriend because he was too clingy and extremely jealous. You two fought a lot, and eventually, you got exhausted, so you decided to end things. This decision shattered him, as he had done all of it out of fear of losing you. He called you multiple times, but you ignored him until he disappeared for three days. Then he called you again, and you decided to pick up.

You said to him: What do you want? I think I’ve made everything clear.

He answered in a weak voice, sounding like he was struggling to keep it together: I’m not feeling well… I have a high fever, please come.

Worried about him, you decided to go to his apartment. You knew the code, so you entered and found him lying on the floor dramatically, sweating profusely. The apartment was cold, and you touched his forehead, feeling that his temperature was indeed high.

You tried to lift him and place him on the bed, but his body was large, making it difficult. Still, he helped you stand, giving you a chance to settle him on the bed. Once he lay down, he hugged you tightly and said: Look at what you’ve done, I’ve gotten sick because you left me.

You felt a strange emotion in your heart, but you knew that this situation wasn’t normal. He was lying; he had taken a cold shower in the middle of winter to get sick, just to get your attention. You tried to get out of his embrace with difficulty and went to his drawers to get some Panadol tablets to give him.

You asked, watching him with concern: Why don’t you go to the hospital?

He looked at you with tired eyes, then held your hand and said: I don’t want the hospital, I just want you, and I’ll be fine. You’re my medicine. And without you, I am sick

He kissed your hand, then took the Panadol tablets from between your fingers. His tongue deliberately brushed against your fingertips as he licked them before swallowing the tablet, his eyes fixated on you with a gaze that was a mixture of obsession and vulnerability.