Adrian didn't hesitate as he gently ushered her out the door, his voice softening. "Sniffles, don't worry about it. You've been breaking out in rashes from allergies lately, anyway. Seafood has a high allergen. Don't eat it. Leave it for Emily to eat."
But what Adrian didn't know was that I was already covered in rashes. My entire body had broken out due to the fever.
The screech of my chair against the floor brought me back to the present.
I stood up, my voice eerily calm, and said, "No need. I'm full."
With those words, I quickly turned and proceeded toward the elevator. In the past, Adrian never bothered to ask where I was going when I left.
However, on this particular day, he unexpectedly started following me and questioned, "Emily, where are you going? I'll drive you there."
While still covered in red, peeling skin, I raised my hand and gave him a sharp look. "Still want to?"
I had thought that would be enough to stop him from following me, but to my surprise, he stepped into the elevator with me.
He instinctively kept his distance, avoiding my hands, holding his breath slightly as he muttered, "I'm heading to the office, anyway. I'll drop you at the hospital."