It was the next day in the morning, P'New came by to check up on him before going to class. Kit walked towards the kitchen then sat on the chair near him. "Phi, why did you ask that dog of fool to come look after me? I can take care of myself." he asked with an annoyed expression as he reached out for the porridge that was on the table. "Wit is a great guy, and he was free to look after you. Maybe you can get a chance to fix things between you, what do you know you may find out that he also likes you." he said smiling as he folded his hands, proud of his plan. "PHI! Can you please stop making decisions on my behalf. Please! I don't need you creating chances for me and Wit cause its never going to work out." he said angry, forgetting who he was talking about. He only realized his rudeness after the words had already left his mouth and entered P'New's ears. "Phi, I'm sorry. I know you were only trying to help me, and I was rude about it. I'm really sorry, its just that I have a lot going on with school and now I'm sick..." P'New pulled him to a hug before he could even finish he sentence.
"I know so don't worry about it. I've got to go or I'll be late for my class. You better not give Wit a hard time or else I'm taking back all the allowances that I gave to you." he said slowly pulling away from the hug as he reached out to pick his back and headed for the door. "Khrap" he said smiling as he weaved at the P'New's figure that had just went out of the door. He had just done eating and was about to put the dirty dish in the sink when someone knocked at the door. He went to open the door and found me standing in front of his door. I had come early because I was worried he might force himself to work when his body is still weak. By just looking at his face, you could tell how annoyed he was. "Come in" he said as he shifted to to the side to let me in. He walked in front of me, showing me around and where everything was. "Make yourself at home, I'm going to take a shower." he said turning around to look at me then left. I was very happy after hearing those words. I was about to sit down when Kit suddenly fell to the ground when he was about to get into his room.
I rushed to pick him up and put him on his bed. I placed my hand on his forehead to check his temperature, and he was burning hot. His body temperature was around 39.4°C, his fever had gotten worse. Lucky for me, grandma had taught me how to take care of someone with high fever. I wiped his body, changed his cloths then placed a cool damp cloth onto his forehead to help cool the body. It was bow in the afternoon, I had just finished cleaning. Kit woke up and found himself in his room with a damp cloth on his forehead. He removed it and was about to stand up when I walked in with a porridge in my hands. I rushed put the porridge down and help him sit. After helping him sit, I picked the porridge bowl and started feeding him. He looked at me shocked and confused at what is happening. He couldn't believe that someone like me knew how treated a person with a high fever, let alone how to cook. I finished feeding him and helped rest, then went to take the bowl to the kitchen. Time passed but he wasn't getting better so I had no choice but to call grandma for help.
"Hahaha! Hearing how anxious you are, one might think your wife is in labor and was about to give birth." she said laughing from the other side of the phone. "Grandma, your grandson's wife is sick and you are laughing at him." I said pouting. 'Okay, Okay, I send you the soup recipe. It could help bring down the fever, and don't let him take a shower." she said her voice lacing with tone, then hang up. After hanging up, I headed to the kitchen and started preparing the soup.