think a title for:Joseph
Rose checked her phone, I observed her expression closely. “Alex called me,” she informed me, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. “Three missed calls.” I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she dialed his number immediately and engaged in a conversation. “Alex, yes, I'm fine. I know. It just brushed through me, so it's no big deal. Really,” she reassured him. My gaze remained fixed on her, and though I couldn't fully control my feelings of envy, there was a slight sense of relief within me. she doesn't see so upset with me anymore. Although she should’ve been. I deserve to be punished.
“Really? Yeah, we will go. Tomorrow? Alright,” she responded, concluding the call. She relayed the news to me, her eyes meeting mine. “Alex said they've booked the location. We can go there tomorrow.”
Concern for her well-being crept into my thoughts. “Tomorrow? Are you sure you can manage?” I questioned, a touch of worry lacing my words. “You don’t look so fine. We should push forward the shoot for a few days.”
“Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. I've seen worse,” she replied, her determination evident. “Besides, I don't want my work to suffer from an accident.” Her resilience impressed me, she is fragile and soft from the looks but her courage is solid as diamond. Though I refrained from pressuring her to rest, I made a silent promise to myself to ensure she didn't overexert herself with her responsibilities.
I packed my belongings, preparing for our departure. Mark would be staying with his grandparents while I focused on accompanying Rose and finishing the shoot with success. Together, we made our way to the airport, where the rest of the team awaited our arrival. They all ran towards Rose, worried asking about how her condition is now. 
“I'm fine!” she said. Alex especially concerned for her. 
“Poor you, you should be compensated for the negligence. What will you do if you were more hurt?” Alex conveyed.
“It’s just a little accident. can happen to anyone.” Alex accompanied her inside the flight to her seat sitting with her. I know I shouldn’t feel this uncontrollable surge to kick Alex away and sat by her side, but I refused to let me emotions take over.
The flight to Miami was swift, whisking us away to our next destination.
Upon reaching Miami, the site manager had already made arrangements, clearing a space for us to set up out equipments and commence the shoot. Time was of the essence, and we wasted no time in getting things ready. Emma and Jake quickly changed into their first outfit and started the shoot. The initial shoot wrapped up within a couple of hours, leaving us with plans to resume later in the evening as required for the scene. For that purpose, we had secured a hotel by the beach, ensuring a picturesque backdrop.
With the morning schedule packed away, everyone retired to their respective rooms, preparing for the upcoming night shoot. The team dispersed, finding solace in rest and relaxation, knowing that the shoot would resume promptly at seven.
I escorted Rose to her room, concerned for her well-being. Her health seems to be declining every time I look at her. she looks weaker and weaker. I shouldn’t have listened to her, and cancelled today’s shoot. Nothing can be don’t now. Once again, I offered to apply the ointment on her back, but this time she adamantly refused. “You still need to care for the bruise.”
“I'll take care of it. I can't really depend on you for that all the way, I should learn to manage my own tasks.” she asserted, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration.
I didn't argue with her decision, understanding her desire for independence in such matters. “Well, fine. But make sure to put some on.” She nodded “I'll see you down in the restaurant in an hour. I'm treating everyone to lunch,” I stated and she nodded indicating her intention to join the others downstairs. I nodded in acknowledgment, watching as she closed her door.
Soon, the rest of the team gathered in the restaurant, dressed in comfortable attire, I couldn't help but notice Rose's lack of appetite as she played with her fork tossing around the food on her table. It was unlike her to not enjoy her food, and I grew increasingly concerned.
“Rose, are you feeling sick? You don’t look good.” I asked, my worry evident in my voice. I had never witnessed her lack of interest in a meal before.
“I'm not hungry,” she replied softly, barely touching the plate of food before her. It perplexed me how she had only consumed half a bowl of cereal earlier in the day. How could she not be hungry?
“You can order something else if you'd like,” I suggested, hoping to encourage her to eat. However, she pushed her plate further away.
“I'll eat later when I'm hungry, or I'll throw you all the food.” she stated, her resolve clear. With that, she abruptly got up and made her way to the bathroom, leaving me waiting for her to return. I wonder if she really will throw up. I followed her, however she bypassed us completely and retreated to her room, isolating herself from the rest of the group.
As the evening approached and we began setting up the equipment in the hotel suite for the shoot, Rose emerged from her room, looking noticeably worse than before. The sight of her drained complexion and tired eyes tugged at my heart, deepening my concern for her well-being.
I approached Rose with growing worry, unsure of what could be causing her condition to worsen. Concern etched across my face, I urged her to rest.
“You should rest; you don't look well,” I implored, hoping she would heed my advice. “Did you take your medicines?”
However, she didn't listen to me. “I need to be here. I'm the one managing everything. I can't mess up the things here,” she insisted, her determination unwavering.
“I'll manage here, everyone is not fool, they know how to do their work. So, you should take some time to care for yourself.” I reassured her, attempting to alleviate her concerns.
Still, she insisted on staying, settling herself onto a nearby chair. I fetched a glass of water for her, along with the pain medication prescribed by the doctor. Despite her insistence that it wasn't due to the pain, I gently insisted that she take them, hoping it would provide some relief. Reluctantly, she complied and rested on the chair.
Once the shoot had concluded, Alex, who had been occupied with his tasks, approached Rose. His expression mirrored my own worry.
“Rose, are you sick? It looks like someone kicked you guts.” he inquired, his concern evident in his voice.
“I'm fine,” she replied weakly, her head resting against the headrest. “I'm fine. It’s just my head, someone really is kicking me, but not in the guts.” She held her head with both hands. “I've already take the pill, I'll be fine in no time.”
“You don't look like you'll be fine!” Alex exclaimed, his tone filled with genuine concern. “Look at this delicate face, that bright smile, and these eyes. Simply stunning.” He fake laughs. “you should go back to your room.”
Rose attempted to muster a smile in response but faltered midway, unable to fully mask her discomfort. Alex then turned his attention to me, his voice tinged with worry.
“Joseph, you took her to the hospital, didn't you? What did the doctor say?” he asked.
“The doctor said she'll be fine with medications and rest,” I replied, my own concern mirrored in my voice.
Alex nodded, clearly observing Rose's worsening state. “She looks terrible, more and more,” he remarked, his worry palpable.
I nodded in agreement, my heart heavy with concern for her well-being. “I'll take her to her room,” I stated, determination driving my actions. I moved to lift her gently into my arms, but she protested lightly. Barely having any strength to fight me back, she stopped.
“I'm fine,” she insisted weakly, a flicker of resistance evident in her voice.
“The work is done here. You can't do anything more,” I reasoned, my tone gentle yet firm. “Just rest while you can. We have a flight tomorrow.”
With that, I carried her to her room, mindful of her delicate state, and gently laid her down on the bed mindful of her fragile state. As I tucked her in, I silently hoped that she would find some respite in sleep, allowing her body the opportunity to heal. As soon as she came into contact with the bed, exhaustion overcame her, and she instantly collapsed into a deep slumber. Gently, I pulled the blanket over her, ensuring she was comfortable and warm.
Watching her peaceful form, I couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions within me. The worry and guilt that had been gnawing at me only intensified as I observed her fragile state sleeping sadly in the corner of the bed. Was there something more going on with her that she is getting worse? Was there an underlying cause for her deteriorating condition that I had failed to notice? I need to take her to the doctor once we are back so I can be sure.
Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, I couldn't contain my emotions any longer. “I'm sorry, Rose,” I whispered softly, my voice filled with genuine remorse. “I was so scared, so overwhelmed, that I ended up hurting you. It pains me deeply to see you like this, knowing that I cannot share this pain with you.”
Leaning in, I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, hoping that my affectionate gesture would somehow convey the depth of my remorse and concern. but I also hoped she would never find out that it was my jealousy that drove me to become a man I never knew I had to capacity to be. With a heavy heart, I reluctantly left her room, silently vowing to do whatever it took to make amends and ensure her well-being.