"Michelle... Prince Claude and I seem to be doing well, and I'm glad. I just thought they'd kill me if I found out. Oh, it's Michelle. She's a lot red, isn't she? Is it because of the fever?
After Dr. Tom, Penguin came into the room with a pet and said, "Que!" He rang.
Tom glanced at the penguin and nodded, "O beast, give me strength".
Micah felt her forehead get hingy cold. Apparently, the power of the Penguin beast is the power to cool it down.
Micah thought as she felt her desired head cool down.
(Is Claude serious? - And suddenly, kiss!? Huh? That kind of thing!? At this age, I regret myself for zero love experience! When I was confessed as a student, I didn't say no because I was busy studying.)
My head didn't work well because of the fever, said Dr. Tom, who had hands-on checkups of confusing Micah.
"Hmm. This isn't an infection or anything, it's close to wisdom fever. Michelle, that's pretty much impossible, isn't it? I know you're working very hard to pretend to be a michael, but when you can't do it for a long time, you get fever, so you have to be careful, okay? You know the difference between" I can't "and" I'll work hard "?
"Huh? Is that the difference between" I can't "and" I'll work hard "?... er." Doing the Best "makes" Doing the Best "impossible... or something?
"Right. Exactly. And the body will tell you if you've crossed the vest. It's important to listen more to the body and rest early when you're about to cross the capa. Don't try to do anything yourself, you rely more around, okay?
"Yes, I'll be careful."
Dr. Tom's point also applies to himself in his previous life, it was an earache story.
(Sure, I guess I woke up early in the morning and rode a horse, wandered around the school late at night, overloaded Michelle's body...)
"Maybe if you slow down for a day, you'll be fully recovered tomorrow. The fever alone doesn't seem to have any other symptoms, and you don't need medicine. Well, then, I'll go now. You need to get some rest today."
That's what Dr. Tom said, and he left the room.
Micah was relieved by the word that she would heal tomorrow and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.
The next time Micah opened her eyes, it was completely sunset outside the window.
Micah felt the body was getting so much easier. I touched my forehead, but the fever seems to be dropping completely too.
"Good. Looks like it's healed. I have to pick up Dal! Still, I'm not sure where it came from and where it came from was real. I wonder if Claude's confession was a dream."
When I got out of bed and Micah was stretching, I was knocked and heard Claude.
"Mika? Are you awake? Are you feeling all right? I brought Dahl here. Can you open it?
When Micah opened the door, Dahl, who was in Claude's arm, jumped right at Micah. Claude seemed to hold a tray with a meal on his right hand and a dall on his left.
"Micke! It was okay. Is that Usa? I heard you had a fever, Usa!
"Yeah. Thanks. It's okay, Dal! I'm so sorry I couldn't pick you up! Claude, thanks for bringing Dahl here!
"Oh. You look a lot better. Good.... but you shouldn't be able to. Just stay in bed, just in case. I brought you dinner that Anita made, so you should eat it in bed."
"Thanks Claude! It stings in my heart when I ask you to be nice when my body is really weak. I also have to thank Anita the next time I see her. Onion gratin soup and tomato juice for dinner! Hmmm, that smells delicious!! I'll have it!
"Good. Your appetite seems to be returning."
"Yeah! Thanks to you, my fever is completely down and I'm feeling better. I think we can live as usual tomorrow!
"Right. Good. But you'll still be sick, so don't push me. If anything happens, you can count on me."
Micah felt very heartwarming in Claude's words with a worrying look on her face.
"Thanks Claude! I could really help you!
"If it helped Micah, I'd be happy to."
To Claude's gentle smiling expression, Micah felt love overflowing her chest.
Micah was so confused by her emotions that she concentrated on eating meals deliberately so that she was not too aware of Claude.
After cleaning out Micah's finished tray of dishes, Claude sat in bed and approached Micah. Micah dogged on a slightly sweet body odor, clean as Claude's soap.
Hinged Claude's hand touched Micah's forehead.
"The fever seems to have dropped already. Good..."
"Oh, my God, I'm so glad you're getting hot."
"Sorry to upset you earlier while you were ill... After that, I reflected. Don't worry, I won't force you to do anything while you're not feeling well anymore."
"Thank you."
(Wasn't that a dream after all?... I have to respond to the confession, right?!
You perceived Micah's upset mind, Claude said quietly as she held the tray.
"Response can be slow. My feelings have always been the same. I'm sorry you stayed long. Get some rest. Good night."
"Ah, thank you! Good night, Claude!
The same time Claude left the room, Dahl talked to me.
"I've had dinner with Claude, but when I saw Micah eating, I was hungry again, even if it was Usa. What is Claude's reply about Usa!?
Micah decided to explain the whole thing to Dahl, also by organizing her own brain.
Listening to the story, Dahl said it seemed relaxing.
"I don't know if you like it, Usa."
"Huh!? What am I supposed to do?
"For example, I like carrots. Usa. Usa that closes her eyes and imagines carrots. Think of other ingredients. When I think of carrots, my heart starts pounding! I mean, I love carrots the most, Usa!
"Is that the same level as food?"
"Anyway, I'll try, Usa! Micah, eye closing Usa! Then I'll say people's names so I can think of Usa.... erm... Jess Dobel!... Keith Ferret!... Finn Jabble!... Claude Igle!... How about Usa? That face makes me feel like I'm sick."
The moment Micah imagined Claude, she felt painfully cute, loving emotions overflowing her chest, not when she imagined others.
(This is what makes you like people!) Wow. What shall we do! Aren't you too ashamed to be Alasser and have your first love for a younger child as well as 10?!
Micah couldn't stop her from turning bright red.