Pierre Kinsey’s Point of View
One expects nothing less of a Locke, especially my Cecilia Locke. She’s not at all perfect. She is impulsive. She’s clueless, indecisive, and clumsy. There’s a lot of reasons why she’s flawed, and I’ve loved every piece of it. She’s a total mess if I say so myself. But that’s natural, that’s how a normal human should be. And today has been no different.
I know making her stay here to take care of me would be a disaster waiting to happen. Once she has lost her poise and chill, we are done for. She was once not like this too. Before, she was selfless and alluring. She does not care whatever people may think as she upholds her principle. But now all she thinks about is her family name and how to lift and shine it for the whole wide world to see. I’ve wished for her to wake up from the dream of trying to be something she isn’t because she will never be and that’s fine. She’s still as loved and liked by everyone she would’ve cared for. I hoped I was able to let her see that yesterday that even if everyone turns against her, she would still have me. But I guess the message didn’t cross through, and then we had a fight, and now this headache became something more.
Why doesn’t anything go as I wanted it to?
I shivered under my wet blankets as I watched the most beautiful girl panic and try to keep her head cool. She must’ve been having an internal argument- I would know. I always know.
“Ce-Cecilia, how long would you stand there and debate with yourself? Can you please take the tray off of the bed so that I could at least change?” I asked softly. I wanted to soothe her and say that everything would be fine, but as of this moment, all I feel is dizziness. This must be the product of all my sleepless nights and high in msg food.
“Yes. Yes, right. I am sorry.” Cecilia brushes rebellious strands of her hair away from her face before taking the tray off of me.
I thanked her before moving my now heavy body off of my bed. If she wasn’t here to watch, I might’ve just dragged myself and maybe done a roll all the way to my cabinet. But how am I to do that in front of her? She would definitely make fun of me.
“Do you want me to get it for you instead? It’s my fault anyway. I could get it for you, Kinsey.” Cecilia said adamantly as she holds onto one of my flailing arms. I couldn’t even hold my own weight properly.
“No- it is okay. I-” I was forced to cut myself off when I fell back to my bed. How sick was I? This is simply a headache that would go away after I take a nap or so. Why is my body acting up?
My eyes roam upwards to the ceiling after I saw Cecilia do get clothes for me despite me saying otherwise. Perhaps this is for the best. If I didn’t fall back and be this sick, Cecilia and I would’ve ended on bad terms. I do not like it- fighting with her. But I do not like that she’s forcing herself to be with me just for the sake of what they want and not because she wanted to be with me. It makes me more agitated, more annoyed, and more envious of my older brother. I hated it, and I think that I would always do.
“Here. Here. What do I do now?”
I was snapped back to my throbbing head when I barely heard Cecilia’s voice from across me.
Right. I should be dressing up.
I forced myself to sit up and then offered her a weak smile, hoping that I am not worrying her too much. I do not think that anyone would notice, but she is such a sweet girl. She always looks out for others before herself. It may not just seem like it.
“Hmmm. Don’t worry. I could dress. But please take new blankets for me.” I said. One thing is for sure today, though. I’ll make sure to indulge while Cecilia takes care of me. “I mean if you do not mind. I could get them myself later.”
“No. Tell me where to get it, and I will come back as soon as I can.” She answered way too quickly. If it wasn’t for my tired muscles, I would’ve laughed. She’s being way too adorable for my comfort. I wanted to pinch her chubby cheek and make her pout even more.
Focus, Pierre. You’re supposed to be sick.
“It’s down the stairs. Cabinets under the staircase.” I replied with a soft smile.
“Alright. I got it. And don’t give me that smile of yours. Change and continue eating. I-I will return and make sure to get you a new glass of water.” She stammered a little but managed to hold herself.
“Okay.” I said and watched her leave my room, making sure to close the door to give me some privacy.
I moved as fast as I could with this state so that Cecilia wouldn’t walk on with me dressing and put us into an awkward situation. I smile to myself, seeing how worried she is for me despite everything that happened over breakfast. I need to say sorry for not considering her feelings earlier.
I had just situated the tray back on my lap when I saw Cecilia run back to me. I smiled tiredly before I continued chewing my food. I feel like vomiting it all out, to be honest. But I know she would only scold me or worst, she might try cooking me other dishes. That wouldn’t end up good without supervision. She has no clue about everyday chores- makes me want to question what she would be made of if she has no maids to cater to her.
“Here. I took two thick blankets for you!” She said breathlessly before tossing both at the side of my bed, so she’d be able to catch her breath next.
“Two? Are you going to strangle me to death with this?” I asked with a raised brow.
“Emily told m- Hey! Aren’t you supposed to be sick? Let me handle all the thinking. Just rest.” Cecilia protested, making me try to bite back a smile.
I am afraid that she’d kill me rather than ease me better of this fever.
Who is Emily? It sounded like she has a friend she could trust here already. Must be the girl she was talking to over the phone earlier.
I blinked back over at her, trying my best not to fall asleep here and there. My bloodshot eyes burn so badly as a result of not sleeping well. Not to mention, dry. Sooner or later, my eyelids would force shut after I drink medicine.
“Yes, ma’am. I-I think I’m done eating. Water please.” I whispered with Cecilia quickly handing me the glass of water for me to chug with a couple of tablets at hand.
“Drink it all up.” Cecilia insisted.
I feel like a toddler. It’s not like I wouldn’t drink so. She must’ve been too eager to leave me and return home.
“Kinsey! I said drink it all up already.” She pushed, making me shake my head and drink.
Cecilia is stubborn and mean at times. Especially if it’ll hinder her own sight to reach. That’s why people that don’t know her adore her while people that work with her perceive her as ruthless. But they didn’t know a trick for her to calm her nerves down or to stop her from throwing tantrums. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought. The Cecilia that I know would resurface as soon as it happened.
After that, she wrapped me in two blankets like a lumpia roll. I could barely even breathe for a split second. “Is this necessary, Cecilia? It- it will make me sweat all over.” I pointed out. Not to mention the fact that it’ll take me forever to fall asleep.
She placed her fists over her waist, showing me who is boss right now. In my opinion, she has always been the one bossing me around since yesterday. “This is more than needed. The hotter you get, the better.” She said picking out the table tray.
“But aren’t I hot enough?”
“You are but this is to make you feel better.” She replied.
I couldn’t help but cock an eyebrow and crack a weak smirk. “You think I am hot, huh? No wonder you were trying to undress me yesterday.” I stated, wriggling my eyebrows toward her.
And as soon as I’ve said that, I saw how bashful Cecilia have gotten, enough to throw a piece of pancake towards me.
“Ahhh.”
“If you have time to make such remarks then you must be feeling better already, Kinsey!” She exclaimed, her ears turning a shade of red as well. I would’ve chuckled if my throat doesn’t feel too scratchy right now.
“I-I was just kidding.” I replied, feeling beads of sweat forming against my forehead already. I don’t want Cecilia to see me all sweaty, to be honest. But what am I to do? I am too weak to fight back. Even talking feels more of a drag now.
“Try to sleep instead of goofing around.” She dismissed the conversation with that strict response. I wasn’t able to watch her leave as I close my eyes as soon as the words rolled out of her tongue. I am afraid to be hit by yet another flying pancake. I could only hope that she would clean up that mess too.
Hopefully, it won’t be too long since I’ll have myself drift to slumber. It’s been a while since I last slept right after all.
…
Hot… It is undeniably hot. I feel so sticky all over. Not to mention the fact that I could not move much too. My muscles would be more than sore once these giant rolls of blanket be off of me. Nevertheless, I kept my eyelids tightly shut, not wanting to face the sweaty mess that I am. I could ignore it for a few more minutes. If I am lucky enough, I might just fall right back to sleep again.
I let out a shaky breath, feeling parched, but I still don’t have it in me to stand up nor call for Cecilia to get me one. Speaking of which, where is she?
Just the thought of her alone has enough driving force to wake me up. I tried to sit right back up, but I was forcefully shut back down to bed with a groan.
“Ahhhh. My back hurts.”
I suppose I could simply wait for Cecilia while laying. At least that’s my line of thought when burnt crisp entered my nostrils out of nowhere. As much as I wanted it to be coming from the neighbors, it administered to me that for sure it is Cecilia.
“Oh, give me a break.” I grunted.
