---- pulse through my abdomen. Just then, a sudden knock came at the door. "What's going on? Why is the door locked?" Simon's voice was filled with worry and urgency, as if he was about to break in any second. Wrapping myself tightly in the blanket, I fought the pain and answered calmly, "I'm not feeling well today, and I look awful. I don't want you to see me like this." He grumbled, "If you're sick, you should see a doctor. Are you throwing a tantrum again because you're scared of shots and medicine? "Open the door, or I'm coming in!" Just as the door began to shake under his forceful kick, Simon suddenly froze. His assistant whispered something in his ear, and the frantic urgency in Simon's voice vanished ---- instantly. His hand rested on the door, but he no longer tried to push inside.