Raquella lay back down the moment Frank came back in with the ginger tea.
"What is it? Were you going to take something? Don't move. Just tell me what you want. I'll take it for you," said Frank gently. Raquella was a lot weaker than usual, so he was tender with her.
"No. I just…" Raquella fidgeted.
"I see. Here, drink this." Frank covered the cup with a towel and handed it to her. "It's hot, so take it slow."
Raquella nodded, took the cup, and said her thanks.
"Don't mention it." Frank patted her head out of habit, but then he realized this might feel too intimate. In fact, he felt her freezing up. "It's alright now. You should get some rest."
Raquella looked at him. "Were you going to play with your friend? I'm fine. You don't have to keep an eye on me at all times."
"Why? You're not feeling well today, so you're staying with me."
"But it doesn't mean you can't play with your friends." Raquella smiled. "I mean you can play while you watch over me."
Frank frowned. "No. You need some rest. It'd be too loud if I were to play any games."
Raquella cocked her eyebrow. Ah, so he remembers. "Not like I can sleep anyway."
Frank looked at the time. It was 10.35PM; it surely was not a time to sleep. "Fine then." He took to his computer and looked back at Raquella. She was taking sips from the cup, and he felt happy just seeing her.
"Thought you said you didn't have time, Frank."
"Shut it and start the match." Frank wore his headphones, and his friends, seeing that he was in a good mood, started asking questions.
"So, who did you make that ginger tea for?"
"One more word and I'm not playing."
Noticing that Frank was going to get angry, his friend said, "Whoops, sorry."
"Yeah, that's right." Frank started the match, but this time, he wasn't as focused as he was before. He would turn around frequently to see if Raquella needed his help.
"Don't look at me. Play your game." Raquella didn't play games, but she knew that if players didn't pay attention during a match, they'd make a lot of mistakes.
And true enough, the situation of the match turned downhill for Frank's team, but his team members didn't complain. They merely grumbled, "This is going to be bad, Frank."
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