About

Feeling unwell, I stepped into the nearest clinic I could find, only to see a familiar face sitting there the moment I opened the examination room door. My heart dropped, and it felt like the blood in my veins turned to ice. The thought of running out immediately flashed through my mind, but our eyes had already met. However, I was the only one flustered. He looked at me with a calm gaze, not moving an inch. There wasn't a trace of agitation or surprise to be found. Feeling my pride sting because I was the only one acting awkward, I decided to match his attitude. 'What brings you in today?' I bit my lip at his clinical tone, which seemed determined not to let a single drop of personal emotion slip through. I decided to be bold and began listing my symptoms, feigning composure. 'I've had a headache for a few days. I haven't been sleeping well... and I've had a fever since last night, so I came in. Maybe it's because I've been working late...?' As soon as I mentioned 'working late,' his jaw muscles tightened visibly. It was the exact thing he hated and got angry about most when we were dating—me being a workaholic and ruining my health. He seemed genuinely pissed off at the sight of me, still foolishly pushing my body until I got sick even after we broke up.