Chapter 43

Yana’s POV

It was the weekend, and Shane had been sick for three days. I could not figure out what was wrong with her; she did not seem to be getting any better. Little did I know that I had also caught the virus from her, and I was feeling unwell too, though I had not told anyone yet.

Seeking some fresh air, I sat beside the window to clear my head. Unexpectedly, John appeared beside me, asking, "What is wrong with you?" He focused on my eyes, and I could not help but wonder why he was doing it.

In his typical manner, he poked my forehead, a habit he had developed. Annoyed, I questioned him, "Why do you keep on doing that?"

"See? You are sick," he casually replied, drawing conclusions based on my reaction.

"No, I am fine," I countered, shaking my head in disagreement.

John suspected that I had caught the virus from Shane, which was indeed the case. I had been taking care of her, even sleeping on her cold bedroom floor for two nig