“Tell me something about you, somet

“Tell me something about you, something I don’t know,” I said.
We were leaning back against her pillow, sharing the single pudding cup I’d brought, as requested.
I’d raced through the rest of my duties, making sure I had everything ticked off and accounted for before going to lunch. I hadn’t wanted to be negligent, but I also hadn’t wanted Lailah to wait up until after midnight for me. I’d clocked out and grabbed a quick sandwich and a cup of pudding from the cafeteria before racing back upstairs and wolfing down my sandwich almost whole. If the nurses had noticed me visiting Lailah’s room more than needed, no one said anything. I wondered if that was Dr. Marcus’s doing.
When I’d slipped back in here, I hadn’t bothered with the chair or the end of the bed this time. I needed to be near her. Side by side with our legs entwined, we shared one spoon and started a game of twenty questions.
“Um…what do you want to know?” she asked, dipping the spoon into the creamy, dark dessert.
“Anything.”
She thought about it for a moment and finally answered, “Ever since I was young, I’ve always wanted a sibling. I didn’t really care if it was a brother or sister. I just wanted to spend time with someone my age. I guess that comes from being alone all the time,” she said. “Do you have any siblings?”
I nodded. “A brother.”
“Older or younger?”
“Older.”
“Do you like him?” she asked.
I let out a thoughtful breath. “Like is a strong word. Tolerate is probably more appropriate. But it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.”
“How come?” She took a small bite of chocolate between her lips.
I watched the spoon dip into her mouth and reappear as I thought about how to answer.
How much should I tell her?
I’m neither weak nor fragile. Don’t think for one single second that I can’t handle anything you can.
She’d been treated like a porcelain doll her entire life. If I did the same, I’d be no different than anyone else in her life, and I wanted to be different. I wanted to be the one she could trust.
My conscience took that moment in time to remind me in detailed flashbacks of a younger, broken, and more desperate version of myself begging for Megan’s father not to give up her organs.
I told that asshole to take a hike.
The past couldn’t be undone. There was nothing I could do to change what had happened in the hallways of this hospital three years ago. The only thing I could do was make the life of the woman next to me better in every way possible.
Would anything change if I were to tell her that I was the reason she didn’t get that heart?
No. So, why bother?
It was a terrible, horrible lame excuse. In the back of my head, I knew I was still trying to protect her. I was doing the same thing that her mother and doctors had done her entire life—sugarcoating and suffocating the truth—but I was also doing it to protect me.
So, I’d do what I could and tell her everything else but that awful moment in my history. It would be more than I’d told any other person on the planet since the day I arrived in California.
“We had a falling out. I haven’t spoken to anyone in my family in almost three years.”
Her eyes met mine and softened. “That’s awful. How does that even happen?”
“Well, it’s a long and complicated sad story.”
“I’ve got time.”
“Okay, but first, I need to explain something,” I said.
I reached down and grabbed my ID badge. It had the trademark dreadful picture with bad lighting and my blank expression slapped on the front. Underneath was my name—Jude C.
“I don’t even know your last name,” she said before covering her mouth with her hand. She looked mortified.
As I peeled her fingers from her face one at a time, I noticed she felt warmer than normal. “You feel hot. Are you feeling okay?”
“What? Yes, I’m fine. You’re just trying to change the subject!”
I let it go, but I made a mental note to check her later. “No one knows my last name. It was something I asked for when I was hired. My last name is…well-known.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you, like, a prince or something? Is this the part of the movie where I get to move to a castle? I don’t think I can walk in heels.”
“My last name is Cavanaugh.”
There was no reaction. She just stared at me, trying to put all the pieces together.
“Like the bank, Cavanaugh Investments in New York? The family who makes the Trumps look like paupers? They’ve been all over the news lately. You must get confused with them all the time. Don’t they have a son named Jude who—” Her hand went to her mouth, and her eyes widened.
“Hasn’t been seen publicly for three years,” I finished her sentence.
“They just keep saying he’s on vacation or too busy in meetings,” she said absently.
“My brother and father have always been very good at lying. God forbid that we have a family scandal. They get away with it because I wasn’t around much in the years prior to…me leaving. People barely remember what I look like anymore. I was away at college for so long that the public lost interest, and that left my brother, Roman, plenty of time to soak up the limelight.”
She looked at me, her eyes searching my face, as if seeing me for the first time. This was what I’d feared—that she would see me differently.
Am I still Jude? Or would I forever be Jude Cavanaugh—heir to a multibillion-dollar company?
She continued assessing me, her eyes traveling over my features, down the length of my inked arms, and back up to my messy tresses. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes, as I waited for the altered tone or the shocked gasp to come.
What I got was pudding on my face. I opened my eyes in amazement and found her giggling. Leftover pudding still clung to her pointer finger, and she was just leaning over to lick it off.
I stopped her, pulling the single digit into my own mouth and sucking it clean. Her eyes heated from the contact, and then they went round with unheard laughter when she once again saw the pudding smeared down my right cheek.
“You don’t look like him. You’re a little rougher looking,” she said, still giggling at her mess.
“Well, that was the idea. New look—”
“New life?” she finished.
I felt myself wince.
Screeching brakes, shattering glass, Megan screaming.
I can’t get to her.
Then, silence. Nothing but silence.
“Something like that,” I mumbled. “So, whom do I look like?” I managed, blinking rapidly to pull myself back from hell. Stay in the present.
“Jude. Just Jude.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“So, are you going to help me out with this?” I pointed to the glob of pudding still clinging to my skin.
Her eyes traveled to where the direction of my outstretched finger, and I could see the hesitation. Finally, she leaned into me, her long strands of hair tickling my arm, as she nuzzled into my chest. I could smell the fruity essence of her shampoo as her warm, wet tongue darted out to touch my skin. I instinctively moved my hand to her waist, pulling her closer, and I reveled in the feel of her. She didn’t show an ounce of innocence as her body molded to mine. Her mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses, until it found my eager lips.
I groaned, feeling the timid touch of her heated fingers brush against the fabric of the top of my scrubs. My hand slipped under her shirt as I lay back, pulling her with me. The instant my hand touched her bare skin, I knew something was wrong. My eyes flew open, and I stilled, startling her.
“You’re burning up.” I gently laid her back down on the bed.
“It’s just hot in here,” she replied, sitting up to adjust her shirt.
Her hands flew to the collar of her shirt, and I watched as she retreated back into her shell. Was she afraid I had changed my mind?
I took a look at her cheeks. I’d mistaken the faint blush I saw earlier for nervousness or passion, but it wasn’t due to any emotion at all.
Lailah was running a fever.
I let out a puff of air as I prepared to be the bad guy.
She was definitely not going home tomorrow.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

"Menceritakan sesuatu tentang Anda, sesuatu yang saya tidak tahu," kataku.Kami sedang bersandar kembali bantal nya, berbagi puding satu cangkir saya telah membawa, sebagaimana yang diminta.Saya telah berlari melalui sisa tugas saya, membuat saya yakin memiliki segala sesuatu yang menandai dan menyumbang sebelum makan siang. Aku tidak ingin menjadi lalai, tapi aku juga tidak ingin Lailah menunggu sampai setelah tengah malam. Aku punya Clock dan menyambar sandwich cepat dan secangkir puding dari kafetaria sebelum balap kembali ke atas dan melahap bawah sandwich saya hampir seluruh. Jika perawat telah melihat mengunjungi Kamar Lailah's saya lebih dari yang diperlukan, tidak ada yang mengatakan apa-apa. Aku bertanya-tanya jika itu Dr Marcus melakukan.Ketika aku punya menyelinap kembali di sini, aku tidak repot-repot dengan kursi atau ujung tempat tidur saat ini. Aku perlu untuk menjadi dekat dengannya. Berdampingan dengan kaki kami terjalin, kita berbagi satu sendok dan mulai permainan dua puluh pertanyaan."Um... apa yang Anda ingin tahu?" Dia bertanya, mencelupkan sendok ke dalam krem, gelap makanan penutup."Apa pun."Dia memikirkan hal itu sejenak dan akhirnya menjawab, "sejak saya masih muda, saya selalu ingin saudara kandung. Aku benar-benar tidak peduli jika itu seorang saudara atau saudari. Aku hanya ingin menghabiskan waktu dengan orang seusia saya. Saya kira yang berasal dari menjadi sendirian sepanjang waktu,"katanya. "Apakah Anda memiliki setiap saudara?"Aku mengangguk. "Saudara.""Older or younger?""Tua."“Do you like him?” she asked.I let out a thoughtful breath. “Like is a strong word. Tolerate is probably more appropriate. But it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.”“How come?” She took a small bite of chocolate between her lips.I watched the spoon dip into her mouth and reappear as I thought about how to answer.How much should I tell her?I’m neither weak nor fragile. Don’t think for one single second that I can’t handle anything you can.She’d been treated like a porcelain doll her entire life. If I did the same, I’d be no different than anyone else in her life, and I wanted to be different. I wanted to be the one she could trust.My conscience took that moment in time to remind me in detailed flashbacks of a younger, broken, and more desperate version of myself begging for Megan’s father not to give up her organs.I told that asshole to take a hike.The past couldn’t be undone. There was nothing I could do to change what had happened in the hallways of this hospital three years ago. The only thing I could do was make the life of the woman next to me better in every way possible.Would anything change if I were to tell her that I was the reason she didn’t get that heart?No. So, why bother?It was a terrible, horrible lame excuse. In the back of my head, I knew I was still trying to protect her. I was doing the same thing that her mother and doctors had done her entire life—sugarcoating and suffocating the truth—but I was also doing it to protect me.So, I’d do what I could and tell her everything else but that awful moment in my history. It would be more than I’d told any other person on the planet since the day I arrived in California.“We had a falling out. I haven’t spoken to anyone in my family in almost three years.”Her eyes met mine and softened. “That’s awful. How does that even happen?”“Well, it’s a long and complicated sad story.”“I’ve got time.”“Okay, but first, I need to explain something,” I said.I reached down and grabbed my ID badge. It had the trademark dreadful picture with bad lighting and my blank expression slapped on the front. Underneath was my name—Jude C.“I don’t even know your last name,” she said before covering her mouth with her hand. She looked mortified.As I peeled her fingers from her face one at a time, I noticed she felt warmer than normal. “You feel hot. Are you feeling okay?”“What? Yes, I’m fine. You’re just trying to change the subject!”I let it go, but I made a mental note to check her later. “No one knows my last name. It was something I asked for when I was hired. My last name is…well-known.”Her eyes narrowed. “Are you, like, a prince or something? Is this the part of the movie where I get to move to a castle? I don’t think I can walk in heels.”“My last name is Cavanaugh.”There was no reaction. She just stared at me, trying to put all the pieces together.“Like the bank, Cavanaugh Investments in New York? The family who makes the Trumps look like paupers? They’ve been all over the news lately. You must get confused with them all the time. Don’t they have a son named Jude who—” Her hand went to her mouth, and her eyes widened.“Hasn’t been seen publicly for three years,” I finished her sentence.“They just keep saying he’s on vacation or too busy in meetings,” she said absently.“My brother and father have always been very good at lying. God forbid that we have a family scandal. They get away with it because I wasn’t around much in the years prior to…me leaving. People barely remember what I look like anymore. I was away at college for so long that the public lost interest, and that left my brother, Roman, plenty of time to soak up the limelight.”She looked at me, her eyes searching my face, as if seeing me for the first time. This was what I’d feared—that she would see me differently.Am I still Jude? Or would I forever be Jude Cavanaugh—heir to a multibillion-dollar company?She continued assessing me, her eyes traveling over my features, down the length of my inked arms, and back up to my messy tresses. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes, as I waited for the altered tone or the shocked gasp to come.What I got was pudding on my face. I opened my eyes in amazement and found her giggling. Leftover pudding still clung to her pointer finger, and she was just leaning over to lick it off.I stopped her, pulling the single digit into my own mouth and sucking it clean. Her eyes heated from the contact, and then they went round with unheard laughter when she once again saw the pudding smeared down my right cheek.“You don’t look like him. You’re a little rougher looking,” she said, still giggling at her mess.“Well, that was the idea. New look—”“New life?” she finished.I felt myself wince.Screeching brakes, shattering glass, Megan screaming.I can’t get to her.Then, silence. Nothing but silence.“Something like that,” I mumbled. “So, whom do I look like?” I managed, blinking rapidly to pull myself back from hell. Stay in the present.“Jude. Just Jude.”“Yeah?”“Yeah.”“So, are you going to help me out with this?” I pointed to the glob of pudding still clinging to my skin.Her eyes traveled to where the direction of my outstretched finger, and I could see the hesitation. Finally, she leaned into me, her long strands of hair tickling my arm, as she nuzzled into my chest. I could smell the fruity essence of her shampoo as her warm, wet tongue darted out to touch my skin. I instinctively moved my hand to her waist, pulling her closer, and I reveled in the feel of her. She didn’t show an ounce of innocence as her body molded to mine. Her mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses, until it found my eager lips.I groaned, feeling the timid touch of her heated fingers brush against the fabric of the top of my scrubs. My hand slipped under her shirt as I lay back, pulling her with me. The instant my hand touched her bare skin, I knew something was wrong. My eyes flew open, and I stilled, startling her.“You’re burning up.” I gently laid her back down on the bed.
“It’s just hot in here,” she replied, sitting up to adjust her shirt.
Her hands flew to the collar of her shirt, and I watched as she retreated back into her shell. Was she afraid I had changed my mind?
I took a look at her cheeks. I’d mistaken the faint blush I saw earlier for nervousness or passion, but it wasn’t due to any emotion at all.
Lailah was running a fever.
I let out a puff of air as I prepared to be the bad guy.
She was definitely not going home tomorrow.