Recovering

He opens the car door for you and walks around to the driver's side. He adjusts his hoodie so that you can't see his face.

"Wow, I must say, I love your car"

"Oh, thank you, it comes with the life-" He coughs as if he said something he shouldn't have. "I mean, it's a nice car, yeah" You give your address and he drives you home. The ride is quiet. "I'm sorry for spoiling the night"

"Jennifer, please, don't even go there. You can't help how you feel"

"I just feel bad because you did so much preparation for tonight and now we weren't even two minutes there and I just had-" He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours. "Please, I will feel really bad if you blamed yourself for tonight. It was more than I could ask for, just to get to see

you tonight"

You smile and feel so cared for. "*sneeze* Dammit, I'm sorry"

"Bless you. Promise me you will look after yourself?"

"Yeah, I think I'll just crawl into bed as soon as possible"

'That makes me feel better to know" You arrive at your house and he parks his car. He jumps out of the car and runs around to open the door for you. "Such a gentleman, thank you"

"It's only my pleasure, my lady" You laugh. He walks you to your door. He looks down and plays with his foot in the ground.

"What's wrong?"

"Whoa! How can you know something is wrong?"

"I can feel it, say it's a six sense" You've always been able to read people well, even just through their body language. Maybe that's the reason you got yourself into trouble last year.

"I just want to know...if it is at all possible that I could walk you to your room? You know, to see if you're okay?" You love the way his shyness comes through even though you can't see his face.

"Oh...hmm...sure" You open the door. Your Dad's not home, he has his poker night on Tuesdays. You go upstairs to your room and stop at your bedroom door. "Uhm...my room is a bit messy, didn't have time this morning to clean up..."

He laughs. "You should see my room" Your cheeks turn red and you open the door. You quickly try to hide some of your clothes.

"It's really not that bad" He takes your hand and leads you to your bed. He opens the covers and let you lay down. He turns his back on you and pulls your shoes off. Then he stands up and walks backward. You look at him in awe.

"I beg you to get some sleep and feel better tomorrow because it will kill me if you aren't looking after yourself. I need you to be okay"

You see the sincerity in his eyes. "I'll look after myself, I promise"

"Good...good...okay I'm going now but know that I'll be thinking of you every second until we meet again" Your heart jumps. You want him to hold you. You want to see his face. "Thank you, Jason"

"For what?"

"For tonight and the beautiful night you gave me and for caring about me"

"I'll do it all over again if only to see you smile. Take care Jennifer" With that he's out the door and you hear his car drive away. You can't seem to stop smiling, despite the way you're feeling right now. You close your eyes and drifts away happy.

Your dad knocks on the door "Honey, are you awake?"

"Urgh....mmm"

"Are you okay?" He put his hand against your head. "Oh, honey, you're sick."

"Uhmmm"

"Okay, you stay in bed, I'll bring some medicine later. You just sleep today okay?"

"Uhm...yeah" You turn around and let sleep overtake you.

Mike stands next to your bed "Hey...Jennifer" You open your one eye. "What?" You jump up in your bed. That wasn't such a good idea. "Ow, my head! What are...you doing here?"

"Sorry, your Dad sent me to bring the medicine"

"Oh, thank you. You can just leave it on the table" He's about to turn around and then he looks at you. "Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah, thanks, I'll be okay" He nods and walks out the door. You look at your phone and see you have a text from Jason.

"I really hope you feel better cause I won't lie, my heart aches for you. I don't like to see you sick and not be able to be with you and take care of you" You read the text and your heart fills with warmth. You can't believe he cares so much about you. "Ahh, Jason. Don't worry about me, I promise to look

after myself"

It's not even a second and you get a reply. "Hey, you awake?"

"Yeah"

"How are you feeling? I've been thinking of you..."

"I'm as good as can be. You were thinking of me?"

"Yeah....you looked really well last night"

"Thank you, you didn't look so bad yourself :-)"

"I wish I could be with you"

"Please don't come, I don't want to infect you..."

"I just have to come but I have to work now. Though I would like to come as soon as I can? If you'll let me?"

"I don't know, Jason"

"Please, Jennifer" Just then, your phone rings.

"Hello"

It's your dad "Hey honey, how are you feeling?"

"I had a lot of sleep, so that must be something good?"

"Yeah, that's good. Did you get your medicine?"

"Yeah, thank you"

"Good, now, I have to go but take care of yourself okay?"

"Yeah, I will. Bye" You lay back down and sleep some more. You're half asleep when you hear a sound against your window. You stand up slowly and walk to the window. You look outside and see Jason standing there. You open the window.

"What are you *cough* doing here?"

"I just needed to see you and you didn't answer me if I could come? Can I come up?"

"Yeah, it's open"

You quickly look in the mirror and see a horror looking back at you. You put on a better pajama top and crawl back in bed. You realize maybe you walked too fast and your head starts to pound.

"Hey"

"Urgh...hey"

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah...yeah" You sit up straight and see his eyes looking you up and down. You smile. "I know, I probably look terrible"

'No, no...actually, that's not at ALL what I was thinking....not. at. all....you look so beautiful" You blush a little. "Then, thank you"

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm a bit better, thanks" He walks closer, making sure not to show his face and places a hand on your forehead. "No, Jason...you shouldn't. You might get a cold"

"I don't care. All I care about is you. You feel very hot. Have you been taking your medicine?"

"Uhm not yet...no"

"Jennifer, please' He walks to your bedstand and takes the pills. He gets you a glass of water and hands it to you. His fingers brush against your hands and linger for a moment too long. Your

entire being shivers.

"Please drink, please" His voice is almost begging. The concern is deep in his voice. "Thank you, Jason, but you shouldn't be here. I don't want to make you sick" You go into a coughing fit. You reach for your water but Jason is already there to give you the water.

"Jason..." You look intensely in his eyes. "I love that you are here but-"

"No! I'm not even going to let you finish that sentence. How're your muscles feeling?"

"Well, you know...."

"Please lay on your side for me, please"

"Why?" You look at him shocked. "Please"

"Okay...." You turn to your side hesitantly. He walks around your bed and gets in next to you. You

turn around but he keeps you steady to look the other way. "Please, Jennifer, don't look, please. Just for a little while longer"

You turn and give up. He starts to massage your back, neck, and leg muscles. His hands are miracle workers and your entire being relaxes under his touch. You make involuntarily moaning sounds.

"Oh god, Jason....your hands....oh god...aahhh"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah....please don't stop" You cough again and he stops for a bit. "I'm sorry, please continue"

"You sure?"

"Oh I'm sure" He moves closer to you. He's only a breath away. Your body reacts to his breath on your ear, warmth shooting to your entrance.