In My Desperate Time

Chapter 501: Let Me Die of Fever

Instantly...

I seem to have heard that gunshot again.

And this time, the bullet has shot right in my heart.

Does he really hate me that much?

Even though I've seen this coming, when I hear it, I still feel extremely painful.

"OK. I see."

After saying that to Hilda, I walk towards the door.

The moment the door is closed, tears fall down like beads from a broken thread.

I slowly curl up with my arms tightly holding my legs, wailing.

"Frances, Frances, Frances..."

I mumble his name over and over again, as if it'll never be enough.

Despair floods me, and I've collapsed.

Frances and I, we fail to make it to the end.

After crying for a long time, I'm brought into the detention center by the prison guards.

I'm still waiting for my trial. Before the trial, I need to stay in detention.

In a corner of the dark and gloomy room sits a woman with an indifferent expression.

Seeing me come in, she only glances at me lightly before closing her eyes.

I look around at the surroundings and can't help but frown.

This is a six-person room with bunk beds, just like the dormitories in a university.

There is nothing on the bed except blankets and pillows.

I walk to sit down on the bed, which is so hard that it hurts me.

Although I'm not a spoiled and picky lady, I still have a hard time adapting to it.

Besides, I'm staying in a detention center. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

When the trial is over, I'll be sent to the real jail.

I don't even dare to think about what kind of life it will be like.

Even now, I feel like I'm dreaming.

Prison life, which I've never thought of before, is now right in front of me.

I feel panicky and helpless.

I feel like there is no future for me.

I'm worried about Earl. I miss Frances. I want to live with the person I love, but now, it's impossible.

My heart is aching like hell.

I stay up all night, sitting alone in bed. And the dawn arrives.

The next day, I have a fever.

Lying silently on the bed, I cover myself with the thin blanket, not wanting to tell anyone about my fever.

Maybe having a fever is a good thing for me.

At the very least, when I'm dizzy, I won't think about Frances or other things that make my heart ache.

Sometimes, I'm asleep, and sometimes, I'm awake, but most of the time, I'm just in a daze.

Sometimes, I'm freezing, and sometimes, I'm burning.

I feel terrible.

However, the physical suffering somehow makes me feel better.

Because my heart doesn't hurt so much anymore.

"Hey, newcomer, are you alright?"

I vaguely hear someone speaking.

There's no one else in the room. That person must be talking to me.

"Uh-huh."

I answer with a grunt.

It's so hot. My entire body is burning.

Perhaps, I should just die of fever.

A slightly cold hand covers my forehead and someone says in my ear, "You're burning!"

Then, there seems to be a sound of the door opening.

Here comes the rustling sound of footsteps. Some people are talking, but I can no longer make out what they say.

My body temperature is so high that I start losing consciousness.

My mind is occupied by a name that makes my heart hurt.

Frances.

I miss him. I miss him so much.

This time, the fever has reached 40 degrees.

After the doctor relieves my fever, I gradually wake up.

When I open my eyes, the first thing I say is:

"I want to see Frances."