When Love Breaks by Jack

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I flopped back onto the bed to read, but after stime, I realized I was holding the book upside down. A restless feeling started creeping up on me. I couldn't help but wonder about Bryant's condition. If it was because of that gunshot, it should have been me, not him.

With my thoughts in turmoil, I closed the book and decided to get sfresh air on the balcony. Then, there was a knock on the door, followed by Gary's voice, "Mrs. Ferguson." My steps quickened as I opened the door. "Gary, how's Bryant? Is he okay?" Gary said, "Mr. Bryant's got a fever." I let out a sigh of relief, thinking it was just a cold, but then Gary added, "It's the gunshot wound from the other day. It got infected. Mr. Bryant won't let anyone touch him and refuses to take his medicine." "You're getting a divorce, and I shouldn't even be here, but he's been calling out for you in his sleep," Gary confessed.

My heart squeezed at those words. "I'll go see Bryant." It was the least I could do.

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200/205 Bryant's cheeks flushed with an unnatural pink, his breathing steady, but his brows furrowed as if troubled by a weighty concern.

Gary pointed to the medicine on the nightstand. "The doctor just prescribed these. They should help with the fever and infection." I nodded. "Okay." Gary said respectfully, "I'll leave you two alone then. Call if you need anything." Once Gary left, it was just Bryant and me. I reached out to feel his forehead. It was burning.

As I was about to pull my hand away, he caught it, murmuring in a low voice, "Honey, Jane... why do you want a divorce? Please, don't leave me." The room fell silent, each word piercing through the quiet and straight into my heart.

I stood there for a long while before gently patting his face. "Bryant, wake up. You need to take your medicine." His sudden movement caughtoff guard, but luckily, I had avoided putting pressure on his wound, though I could feel the heat emanating from his body.

He was delirious with a fever. He would never have such clarity if he were in his right mind.

Irritated yet resigned, I pushed back on the bed, trying to free myself from his grip. "Then make it easy and divorce me. Stop wasting my time."

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"I don't want to." His arms still encircled my waist, but his eyesm slowly closed again, his voice fading.

Feverish as he was, Bryant acted like he was drunk.

Frustrated, I pried his hands off and stepped back, but then I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat.

"Hmm?" He mumbled in response, barely awake.

I leaned closer. "How did you get that burn on your hand?"

In his semi-conscious state, his toes, brows knitted together as if trying to recall, then relaxed. "I missed Jane... the pain goes away with the burn."

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