Anger

The only possible route of escape sealed with the heavy wooden doors closing without a creek. Not knowing what I was supposed to so, I waved in a frantic manner, my voice showing my nervousness as I said. "Hey."

With his languid unwavering expression he only stared, making me feel more awkward. Maybe he wasn't actually angry and it was just me over thinking things. Reassuring myself that it was indeed the case, I took slow calculated steps towards him.

Coming to a stop at arm's distance, in quick movements of hand, touched his forehead and retreated it back. "You have a slight fever." Judging from the warm sensation my palm felt I informed him, still unable to look him in the eye for some reason.

I also feared that I wouldn't be able to withdraw when it came to those amber eyes. Shaking my head off the image, I turned to place my bag on the table and take out the necessary to tackle the symptoms.

In the short while of unzipping the bag, I was unable to hold myself back from looking