-ˋˏ ༻Chapter 5༺ ˎˊ-

As the next day finally arrived, Sean found himself feeling slightly better. He was still weakened and in need of rest, but the fever had mostly subsided, and his body felt less achy. He sat up in bed, his head still throbbing slightly. He looked around the room, taking in the sight of the IV drip still attached to his arm and the sterile surroundings. Just then, a nurse entered the room, wheeling a tray of breakfast food. She greeted him warmly and proceeded to check his vitals.

"Good morning, Mr. Sean. How are you feeling? Your fever seems to have reduced, which is a good sign." The nurse spoke with a kind smile.

Sean nodded weakly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"A bit better, I guess. Still feel weak though." His voice was a bit hoarse, but he managed to speak.

He sat up straighter as she checked his temperature and blood pressure. She adjusted the IV and checked his pulse, ensuring everything was in order. Then she presented the food tray, offering him a choice of breakfast options.

"Here you go, try to eat as much as you can to regain your strength. Your body needs energy to recover," the nurse advised kindly.

Sean nodded, glancing down at the food tray. His appetite was still lacking due to his weakened state, but he knew he needed to eat. He carefully selected a few items, and, with the nurse's assistance, began eating. Despite the circumstances, he was grateful for the small moments of care.

As the nurse observed his progress, she made some notes on his chart. She then turned back to him with a gentle smile.

"You're doing good. Just take it easy and focus on getting better. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"

Sean's eyes softened in gratitude. The nurse's kindness and care were a stark contrast to the coldness he had grown used to at home.

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For three days, he stayed at the hospital enduring it all alone. No family no friends visiting, not even Layla his own wife.

'well it's to be expected.'

Sean let out a resignation sigh. He already given up on any kind of expectation, nobody really care about his existence. Even if he's slightly close with one of his co-workers, Sophia. With no phone or anything to communicate, there's no way she would knew and it's not like Sean wanted her to know either.

The next morning, after four days of rest, observation and medication, Sean was finally discharged from the hospital. Despite the nurse's advice to keep resting, Sean insisted on going home by himself. He felt a bit better, but the exhaustion and weakness still clung to him, making him look far from healthy.

Layla, on the other hand, had been keeping herself busy. She immersed herself in her work and various other activities at the day then went to the club at night, drinking till she's wasted to keep her mind away from what had happened. Her guilt was like a nagging voice in the back of her head, growing louder with each passing day. But she refused to acknowledge it, pushing it down and locking it away.

Sean has arrived home long ago and what's in front of him was how messy the house has become without him. He's still feeling slight fatigue, but somehow it's so unsettling, so he ended up cleaning the house thoroughly. Cleaned the empty alcohol bottles on the living room table, the remnants of chips everywhere, throws the trash bag outside, cleaning the kitchen, the bed and study rooms, vacuuming and lastly doing loundry.

The exhaustion crept up on him as Sean looked around at the now-clean house. His body ached, and his limbs trembled with fatigue, but he felt a strange sense of accomplishment. Everything was in its place, and the once messy house now felt more like a home, albeit a lonely one. Sean let out a heavy sigh, lying back on the bed he had just made. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, the weight of his exhaustion slowly pulling him towards sleep.

Late at night, Layla's home feeling wasted. She even used chauffeur service to drive her home. She stumbled through the front door, her clothes and hair in disarray. The taste of alcohol still lingered on her breath as she stumbled into the living room. She felt disoriented, the room spinning slightly, as she tried to find her way to the bedroom.

The room seemed to spin around her as she looked at the form of Sean, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She blinked, convinced it was just her alcohol-induced hallucination.

"Sean?— pfft, am I started to seeing things?" she mumbled, her voice slightly slurred.

She squinted, her eyes trying to focus on Sean's sleeping form. She stumbled closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his face gently.

"Aw, you look so handsome even in dream. Wait- is it a hallucination? Am I drunk? Ahh.. NoNoNo. No way. So, this must be a dream heh~" she slurred in drunkenness.

The sudden weight on him startled Sean out of his sleep. He let out a gasp, his eyes shooting open just to find Layla, her body straddling him and tying him up with her belt. Her actions were fueled by a mixture of impulse and confusion.

"L-layla?"

"hngg, my hallucination sure feel quite... real tonight"

"wh-what?!"Sean's mind was hazy with sleep and confusion at the unexpected sight before him.

"shh, stay still.. I want to feel you " Layla hushed him, her voice thick with drunken desire. She leaned closer, her body pressed against his chest, as she tightened the belt around his wrists which unknowingly to her a bit too tight.

Panic spiked through Sean's mind, his instincts telling him to resist but his weakened state leaving him weakened. The weight of Layla on top of him felt suffocating, and the belt around his wrists tugged at his skin uncomfortably.

"Layla, s-stop this..you're.. you're not in your right mind.." he tried to reason with her, but his voice came out shaky. He struggled against the constraints, wincing as the belt cut into his skin.

"ack! it hurts—"

Layla moved quickly, silencing Sean's protests with a kiss. It was an intense, forceful kiss, her lips mashed against his in a messy, desperate act of passion mixed with drunkenness. Her tongue darted into his mouth, exploring and demanding.

His head spun, the mixture of the sudden kiss and the alcohol on her breath had him reeling.

"Mphh.."

He tried to speak against her lips but his words were muffled by the kiss.

Layla's hands moved frantically, unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his pants. Her movements were swift and erratic, fueled by a mix of lust and alcohol. The kiss broke, leaving both panting. She then quickly undressed herself, her clothes discarded in a messy pile on the floor. Her body was flushed and wanton, driven by a primal desire that overcame her rational thoughts.

"I missed you so much.." she murmured huskily in a drunken daze.

"Layla... we can't... not now..." Sean protested weakly, considering his weakened state and the fact that he's exhausted after spending the whole day right after his discharge from hospital cleaning the messy house.

Layla's hands moved down his body, her touch hungry and impatient. She ignored Sean's words, her mind clouded by the effects of alcohol and her own desires.

"I don't care.." she mumbled, bitting down his bare chest, caused Sean to gasped.

"I want you, and I want you now.." Her words were thick with the influence of alcohol.

"Lay..la..." Sean panted, his voice weak.

"Please... I'm not... not in the condition..."

Layla's response was to silence him with another kiss, her mouth moving possessively over his. Her body pressed against him, her skin against his, the heat between them growing. Despite his protest, his body responded to her, betraying his own exhaustion and his mind's rational thoughts.

Layla's hands slipped underneath his boxer and grabbed his member, her sudden touch sending a shiver down Sean's spine. He gasped, his body responding to the contact despite the mental resistance.

"La.. Layla.. n-not.. not now.."

He breathed heavily, his voice quivering with a mix of longing and exhaustion. But Layla didn't budge and start stroking it instead, waking it up from it's slumber while bitting on his shoulder rather hard.

He tried to resist the pleasure that was mounting within him, his body jerked pulling his tied wrists which ended up causing pain instead. His head swam, his thoughts in disarray. Each touch and bite from Layla sent waves of pleasure and stinging pain, and he knew it would only ended up in discomfort later.

"Please... Layla...not like this... not..not when you're-" 'drunk' he protested again.

But Layla didn't seem to hear his words, her focus solely on satisfying her own craving. Her hand continued to move, stroking and caressing while her mouth left teeth marks all over his skin. She was lost in a haze of alcohol and drunkenness

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