Ch. 14 The bath got me sick

I hear a door open and close, footsteps coming closer to me. Someone touches my forehead and curses. I groan as I open my eyes feeling sick in my stomach. Whoever is here says my name. I can't move as I feel heat eating me alive. I barely manage to say something as my throat is dry. "Who are you?" I try to take my blanket off to lessen the heat I feel on my body.

"Jena, It's me Vance. You're burning up." He says as he touches my forehead again.

I managed to turn around and I held his hand. I put his hand to my face, his cold hand cooling my face.

"I called Orlando and say you can't go today because you're sick."

"Mmm." I groan.

"You should really keep the blanket on." He reaches for the blanket.

"No!" I jumped up and tackle him.

It took all my strength, and I couldn't push him away. I held onto him as if my life depended on it. My stomach was churning, my throat burning from breathing.

"Jena. Jeez you need a real bed." He then picks me up bridal style, carefully holding me.

I mumble, "Puppy...." He's confused and then be hears a bark. Behind him is the tiny puppy.

"You have a dog. Don't worry I'll bring the dog."

He brought me to his car and gently lay me down in the backseat. He pulls the seatbelt over me and clicks it in. Later he comes back out with my puppy. He hands me my puppy and it doesn't squirm. Soon the puppy falls asleep in my arms. I feel comforted by my puppy.

Vance helps me walk inside while I hold my puppy. I mostly lean on him as we get inside. He sits me on the couch and leaves. I let my puppy go, it explores the house.

I lay my head down on the arm of the couch. Vance comes back with a light blanket. He covers me with it.

"Are you hungry, I can make you something." He says, and I nod.

He makes me some fish, and I look at him, like you want me to eat a fish. I didn't really care and ate some fish.

A little later my stomach hurts and I end up throwing up the little bit of fish I ate. Vance is on the phone talking to someone. I stay hunched over with the puke stinging down my mouth. I threw up again and my throat is hurting so much that I keep spiting out onto the ground. Vance wipes my mouth and pulls me over to him so he can put his arms around my waist holding me up against him. He takes me to his room and sits me on the bed. I hear the doorbell ring and Vance leaves me. I hear faint talking getting near me.

I see this woman as I turn toward the door. She was wearing a maid outfit. She runs over to me and feels my forehead, uncomfortable I somewhat lean backwards.

"Has she taken a bath yet, master." She says.

"No." Vance says.

"Has she been able to eat or drink anything?" She says.

"No." Vance says.

"Master, I'll get the bath ready." She says as she bows and leaves to the bathroom.

Gently, he runs his fingers through my hair as I lean on him.