Chapter 25: Get to Him

I knew something was quite wrong. Just a few minutes ago, I had been absolutely fine. There had been too quick of a change. It seemed unnatural that I could just get ill again.

The last I had seen Dax was when he went up the stairs. He headed towards his room as I figured that was the best place to look.

Dax would still help me, even if we had just argued. I knew he still cared about me. Despite pushing him away, he didn’t seem to want to give up on me.

It didn’t make sense and made me confused. He should’ve been ignoring me back, but instead he was trying more than ever to be a kind man.

My strength was continuing to leave me, as I got closer to Dax’s room. He was the only person I could go to.

His door was closed. I continued heading towards his room slowly, as my stomach felt as if it was unsettled. But it wasn’t just my stomach.

My whole body didn’t feel right. Everything was off with my system. I just wanted to almost lie down and take medicine for whatever was occurring.

This was the weirdest feeling I had ever experienced. I wasn’t sure how I’d get rid of it either.

A terrible thought came to me. What if this mysterious sickness attacked the baby inside me?

I had to fight through it and keep moving. I couldn’t give up on reaching Dax.

As I kept walking, I spotted a maid that was cleaning. I was grateful that I had found someone who could help me. Maybe I had some luck on my side.

I feebly called out, "Please help me."

The woman briefly looked at me before she gathered her cleaning supplies and walked away. Maybe she hadn't heard me. My voice was almost completely gone.

I was almost near Dax’s room and felt thankful. Help was coming. I just had to hold out a little longer.

A sudden horrible thought came to me. What if he refused to help me? No. I had to stay positive that his kindness would come back. He wouldn’t be able to turn me away in the condition I’m in.

Dax wouldn’t kick me out if I really needed him. He seemed as if he would always help me out. I had no one else to go to. He was my only option.

When I got to his room, I feebly knocked on his door. He didn't open it right away and caused worry to increase inside me. Why wasn't he answering? I tried a second time and did it louder than before.

Dax came from the direction of his bathroom area of his room. He stood with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet and was sticking up in all kinds of directions.

He had a disappointed look plastered on his face and tried to shut the door. I couldn’t believe that he was going to turn me away without letting me explain anything.

“Wait. Don’t shut the door.”

He gave an impatient sigh and said, "I don't want to talk with you. Leave."

I could tell that he must've wondered why I was really there. It wasn't for what he might have thought. I had to convince him to let me stay and not make me leave.

I shook my head and told him, “But I need you. I'm not feeling well.”

Suddenly Dax looked guilty and examined me. Dax's face changed to one of concern. He opened the door wider and let me in. I felt relief at his change of heart.

I stumbled into Dax’s room. I had never been in it before, so it felt weird coming in there all of a sudden. It wasn’t as if I had a choice, however.

In a glance, I saw that his room represented him well; there were no personal touches anywhere. His room walls were a dull grey, and his desk was well organized. There weren’t any decorations except a painting of a seascape on the far wall.

I feebly tried to get to the bed with Dax walking ahead of me. It wasn't long before I got a major lightheadedness. I looked at Dax weakly before collapsing in front of him.