Is his body always this cold?
There have been plenty of times when the young man touched McQueen skin to skin, and never was his body this cold. His body would be slightly hotter compared to hers, so sensing a drop in temperature is alarming.
The AC isn't too cold, right?
McQueen kept repeatedly checking the AC remote to make sure she didn't put the temperature too low, and over and over again, the temperature was just right. With the AC working right, McQueen couldn't think of any other way to help the shivering young man besides covering him with a thick blanket.
What would he do in this situation? What would you do if I were this sick?
Sigh… You spoiled me too much, you idiot. I can't even think of anything without asking myself what you would do.
Do you want to make me depend on you for the rest of my life?
McQueen slid into the blanket with him and pressed her body against him. Under the blanket, she left no space for even air between them.
Did the parents who died have a split image of your actual parents, trainer?
To see you this devastated, that must be the case. I can't think of any other reason for your distress.
Maybe I should have gone with you instead. That way, I could've split the sadness with you. You've only gone for a moment away from me, and you come back as someone else.
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone, trainer… I knew where you went, I knew why you went there, but I'm not smart enough to put two and two together."
McQueen looked deeply into the young man's sleeping face. She gently put her fingers into his hair and combed it so nothing would hinder her view of him. It felt alien to her seeing his face without the ever-present cocky smile.
"You were right about Tracen investing too much into our running rather than our brains. If my brain had developed more, I would've been more empathetic to your struggle."
The young lady's eyes water as the young man remains silent in his sleep. She has gotten used to the young man's responding with his quirky quip that when she hears nothing, it feels extremely empty.
Please stop being cold. Do you not want to be healthy? Do you not want to wake up refreshed? Please stop being sick…
McQueen couldn't feel the change in temperature of the young man's body. She has tried everything, but nothing is helping her improve his condition.
If only I could share more of my body heat with you… I could only share my body heat when our skin is touching…
I…
McQueen tightened her hugs in an attempt to share more of the heat. In doing so, she slightly felt his body's coldness through their thin clothing.
"Ah… I could…"
McQueen contemplates whether she is crazy enough for it. She knows that the most effective way to transfer heat is through skin-to-skin contact, and there is no larger surface of skin on a human body than the chest and belly. The main problem is that both of them are wearing something to prevent skin-to-skin contact on the chest.
Unless…
McQueen grabs the hem of her nightdress, and with zero doubt pulls it off. She would normally be screaming if she were left alone naked with the young man, but she would prefer that to what is happening now. She would prefer his hands exploring her body to him silently looking at the distance.
"I'm sorry, trainer. I'm taking your shirt off."
McQueen confidently grabs the hem of his shirt, something she has simulated over and over again in her mind, and pulls it off.
"Gulp…"
This is not the first time she has seen his upper body naked, but she could never get used to it. She doesn't know his eating routine, but she does know that he is very active. For example, his football skills. They are simply world-class, and you don't get there through talent alone, you need to put effort into it. This effort is shown by how little fat is under his skin and how clearly you can see his muscles.
Oouhh, six packs~~
No! No! No!! This is not the time for that!! He is out cold, and I need to save him!!!
McQueen wraps her arms around the young man's cold body and locks her hands behind his back. She wants to make sure they won't be separated even after she falls asleep.
I always thought that it would be you who would share your body heat with me during this kind of thing, but I suppose it's not that bad if I take the lead this time.
Next time, it's you who takes the lead, okay?