Page 98 of Dream On, Liar

A baby.

A multi-billion pound company.

A future.

I wasn't sure what mine looked like anymore.

“I’m getting you some water and painkillers,” Oliver said. “For your head.”

“My head is fine.”

“You've been holding your forehead for five minutes, you need hydration. The painkillers are for the morning.”

I moved my hand, to show him they rested against my thigh, only to find out he was correct.

“Right.”

Raina came back into the room, now changed into her pyjamas. “Are you feeling hot?”

“I’m fine.” I said, and paused, my eyes fixated on my socked feet. “Where are my shoes?”

“You took them off near the front door.” She replied, as I pulled my legs up, taking the socks off. “Do you want the air-conditioning on?”

I sighed. “You’re fine.”

She frowned. “I asked if you want the air-con on.”

“And I'm saying I'm fine.”

She gave me a look, before she shook her head like she wasn’t even going to bother explaining.

I sighed as I pushed myself back and into my bed.

“Sorry.”

Her expression softened. “You don’t have to apologise.”

“I should.”

“For what?”

“For making you look after me.” I replied, already moving and to the bed side drawer, even though the strange movement twisted my stomach more.

I felt the bed dip near me as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Rihaan.”

I paused before looking at her. “I've been good recently, but there’s just been alot going on.”

The words came tumbling out before I could stop them.

She smiled faintly. “I know.”

“I haven’t done this for nearly a year now.”

“I know.”

“I haven't even—”