When I came out of the restroom, I saw him sitting on one of the couches, holding and reading a book. He was sitting on the couch which was facing my front, so he had his back to me. The moment he noticed the sound of me coming out of the door, he stopped reading, put down the book on his lap and turned his head to me.

I approached him. "We're done here, right? I'm going home."

I saw his forehead furrowed the moment he heard what I announced. "Do you feel unwell?" He asked. I knew he would get it instantly as we still have classes ahead of us to attend to before we can go home but here I am, mentioning about going home already.

"Yes and I need to rest." My confirmation was followed by a long exhale and I said it like almost as if I was blowing a wind out of my mouth.

He stood up from his seat and I was about to start walking because I thought we were leaving this place after he heard about my situation and stood but I felt his hands holding my left wrist. He pulled me back to face him.

"Hold on." He held me beside each of my shoulders and looked at me carefully with his gentle and worried eyes. I was startled. I'm not used to seeing emotion in his eyes and to him spending time to care or show concern. But maybe, this is not about that at all, —about him being concern or worried. Maybe, I have mistaken it because it's too early to say anything.

Then, he put the back of his palm on my forehead. "Your temperature is normal. How do you feel?"

My gut feelings were right but I didn't expect this question would come from him. I didn't know how am I supposed to answer it. But I guess I should try because I feel the need to answer him due to his new odd kind actions. But I can't see a reason why he still has to ask.

"I..uh—I... I have a.... It's.. the time of the month to me." I can't meet his eyes with mine while telling him. I mean, why does he have to ask? Is there a need for him to know? I already told him I'm not feeling well. Don't tell me, he doesn't believe me and he's checking if I'm telling the truth. What does he think, I'm a liar?

"What time of the month?" He asked again.

"I mean, it's the—" I looked at him in disbelief with disappointment and upsetting face. It's impossible he doesn't know about it. "Don't you seriously know that?"

"Know what?" asking again as if he was completely clueless.

"The time of the month of the ladies when they feel very exhausted and their stomach, head and whole body aches and hurts. It's not always the case for all but it is, unfortunately, for me." I wanted to raise my voice but I badly don't have the energy to do that right now. I wanted to angrily shout at him but of course, I can't. Have I done it, he might have just left without a word and I'm not even sure if I can go out of here alone. Who knows if I can't? This is the first time I got here and their technology here is incredible.

"Would you mind being specific?" He asked, now on its fourth time. So, my elaboration is yet not enough?

I sighed. I massaged my temple with my hands and writhed because of the headache.

"I have a period." I hope he'll get it this time. I don't know why he still has to ask. If he doesn't understand then why torture me to elaborate more since he knows I'm not feeling well and speaking would be hard for me at this time. By telling him that I'm not feeling well in the beginning, he should know he must've not ask anything to make me waste any more energy. Why don't he just let me go home?

"You mean, monthly—?"

"Yes! What else do you need to get it?" I was surprised by myself that I managed to shout at him despite I'm feeling very ill but it was surely because I was frustrated and irritated.

"Got it. I'm sorry. I didn't get a chance to get familiar with this. My mom was never this way." I didn't expect he would say sorry and explain like he has to but it helped erasing the negative emotions I felt for him because someone like him who I can't imagine who can say sorry said sorry to me.

"Good for her." I commented.

Thank god, he did not question my anger just now and understood.

"I'm sorry I had to ask. I'd like to see what I can do for immediate action in response to your situation."

So, he has an intention of offering help. That is nice of him.

"It's okay."

"Did you bring... a.. m-menstrual pad?" He asked that sounded like hesitated.

"I have everything I need in my locker."

"It would be difficult to go home in this condition you have. Stay and rest here."

I don't know why he is acting so weird. Like he is now someone normal and gives a toss. He wanted to know how I feel, even said sorry for not knowing it actively as if there's a need to and even wanted to offer help. Is there a need for him to do this?

"Are you serious? Would it be fine to—"

"You're safe here." He said, interrupted what I was going to say.

"But I need to change because soon, it will be visible on my back." I almost whispered. I can't believe I'm telling this to someone I just know his name today.

"Hang on." He walked somewhere and I wasn't attended enough to still be able to get aware of where was it exactly in here he went because my head is dizzy and it hurts so much but when he came back, he is already got my things that are supposed to be in my locker. "Keep your things here. Don't use or go to the public locker and restroom. It wouldn't be safe for you. Use and go to this place everytime you need to. We've already checked all your things and it's all fine and safe."

I already got the idea why he wants me not use the public locker. Here is the reason why, in front of me. He is holding my bag where my things are. The bag that I left in my locker and the key for it is in my school bag in front of me. What the wilted veggies!

"Noted. I'll change." I announced.

"Wait."

I did not move because he said that. I looked at him, waiting for anything he would like to say or do. He left my front again and I sat while waiting for him. When he came back, he's holding a glass of water and a medicine. He put the glass of water on the center table and removed one tablet of medicine from a blister packs, then put down the packs on the table. He picked the water again and he was giving it to me with the tablet.

"Here. It will help."

I stared at his hands for a few seconds before looking back at him again.

"It's a paracetamol medicine."

That's the time I settled my mind to reach out his hands and take them. I was surprised about the kindness he was showing right now to me but I was thankful because I badly need it now. But as I look back, he is the first person to show kindness to me in this school after all. However, why do I feel like this is a different version of him now? Like he is someone else now.

Oh, maybe due to the way he talks. He doesn't speak this much in front of me and I am not used to it. On top of that, he has laid bare some emotions to me.

"Thanks."

"Lay down and rest after changing. I need to get out for the meantime."

I just nodded and he quickly left. I think he still wants to attend the classes. I'm glad he decided it that way. I'm not going to feel guilty for him not attending our classes because of me. Although, I could feel a bit anxious because I'm alone here but feeling really sick didn't let me overthink about it.

I keep massaging my temples. This is almost feels like a flu but I don't have a fever and cold. My head hurts so much that it's like about to explode and aside from my stomach, the muscle of my whole body is giving me pain, too.

I think this thing I still had to do with Grey earlier was an angel in disguise. Honestly, I think what he's done is very helpful to me because I can surely make it going home but it will take me so much hard time before I ever get to rest. My body can't wait to rest, too. It's pulling me to rest and sleep. I hate feeling sick.

I went to the restroom again to change and put a pad, then fixed my things. I did it in an instant so as to get rest soon. When I finished everything I need to do, I laid and rest on the couch. Good thing, chouches have square pillows.

I need to rest, in order to get better soon. I need to get better soon. I hate missing my classes.

When I woke up, I already have a blanket on me. I didn't know I slept and I don't even have an idea how long I had slept. I feel like I slept for hours and I think it's midnight now and I am still here. Or maybe, I just feel like so because I had a deep sleep.

My eyes scanned my surroundings with a silent fear of finding out I was alone. But then, my eyes found Grey sitting on the couch in front of the one which I laid. Oh, yeah. I have a blanket on me. I wasn't awake enough to realize that. This is why I feel comfortable while I'm sleeping. But yeah, he could do that. Putting a blanket on me then leave me here alone. I'm thankful, he's here.

"Are you feeling better?" I saw him holding a book. It seems that he just closed it seconds ago. I see that he's a bookworm. It was still the book that he was reading earlier.

"How long did I sleep? What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost 2 AM." He answered after reading his wrist watch.

I was right it was already midnight. I rise and sit. "Why didn't you wake me up when the classes were over?"

"Don't you remember? You told me you're not feeling well and I told you, you can rest here."

"I mean, I didn't expect that that means to sleep here all night."

"You can't cut your sleep. It's your rest. Your mom knows. Don't worry."

It gives me ease the minute I heard that from him even though I was not thinking about it. Because of feeling very ill I forgot to remember about telling my mom about me.

"Thanks." The only thing I can only thought about saying for what I heard from him. I don't wonder how could he have contacted my Mom so I did not ask about it. I looked at him when a thought came to my mind. "Did you get some sleep, too, while I was asleep?"

He was looking at me as I was asking him that but when he heard the whole question, he opened his book again and he ducked his eyes from mine and looked at it.

"I took a nap."

So, he was awake nearly the whole time while I was sleeping. Now, I'm guilty. It was because of me. Was he watching over me at those times?

"I couldn't sleep." He mouthed in a quiet manner and glanced at me afore standing to walk towards me. Ignoring the book now by putting it aside before he stood. He sat on the couch beside me and stares at me in the eyes. What is he going to do? He looks so good. Who would think he didn't sleep the whole night? I shouldn't keep looking at him or else I might do something stupid if he does something weird. I can't catch any feelings with anyone else yet. I should stop this weird feelings I get to feel for him or else, it would get worst. Having feelings with another guy is not right since I haven't yet cut my required unwanted relationship with Jeon. That should come first. I shouldn't do anything stupid to complicate things. "Do you feel any better?"

It's true he did not think about doing something weird but hearing him ask that throbbed my heart for some reason that I can't figure out.

"Y-yeah. I feel a lot better."

I heard him released a long exhale. I think he's stressed out because of me. Yeah, because of me, he wasn't able to sleep. He should have been at his home peacefully sleeping but here he is, wasting time for me.

"You still have time to sleep if I get home now and I think I need to go home now. I'm sure my mom is worried already."

"I'm pretty sure your mom is asleep and resting at the moment, so it's not the perfect time to take you home. I'll take you home at 6." He spoke, looking at his front then turned his head to look at me again. I didn't know he is this sensitive. I didn't exactly mention he should take me home since I can do it on my own and he was also thinking about not disturbing my resting and asleep mom at the moment. "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

Again, I was surprised. I averted my eyes from his. Is this his normal behavior with people who are feeling sick? He shouldn't just do this especially with a woman like me. He'll make a woman's heart jump unintentionally.

"I-I can eat by the time I get home." I'm still not looking at him.

"You're talking about hours later."

I think he could sense me but he is ignoring it. I don't know. Maybe, this was just because he looks very attractive to me or because I feel like he's special to me for being the first guy who saved me from the bullies in this creepy school and those reasons are creating tricky effects on my feelings. And to say nothing of his attitude right now that feels almost like shining, shimmering and splendid to me that makes him like a knight in shining, shimmering and spledid armor. His first-class treatment to me right now is adding up to my serious confusion. Maybe, I'm being delusional because I'm sick and he's practically taking care of me right now.

"I can wait."

"Because you were at a deep sleep last night, you weren't able to eat dinner so I'm sure you're hungry. Your best health is impossible if you're unconscious about filling your stomach when you're hungry. You still need to drink another medicine. I'll cook something for us to eat then you can rest a little more so you can get home."

Is he my mother right now? Why is he bothered about me that much? Or did my mom ask him to take care of me? Oh, yeah. Probably! There wouldn't be no other reason for him to be this good to me except for that. But this made me remember what he did to me again when I first entered this school. But thinking about it made me remember that he is a friend of Jeon, too. So, he definitely did this for a reason and then later, he would ignore me again.

"Home?" I asked. I forgot we still have classes later, so if I'm not going home right now and stay here, then I can not catch up with our classes today.

"Why?"

I faced him and answer. "I need to attend the classes today. I'm fine now."

"No problem. I met your mom yesterday to pick up some things you might need. I guess your mom knows you better than anyone. She gave me a bag of your things in it and told me it includes your school uniform."

So, he met my mom.