Sick Days

Angel's POV*******

I fell ill again. I was always told to have a weak immune system, but my mom couldn't find enough reasons to lock me up in metal chains and a warm fuzzy blanket. She would yell at me for getting sick because I sleep too much. How did that match?

I felt giddy the next morning remembering that Samuel Lenard had visited me yesterday. For some reason, it made me have butterflies in my belly.

No! I don't have feelings.

I woke up to something fuzzy brushing my face. I sneezed. It was Sparky.

I rubbed his back for a while before I stood up to shower and brush my teeth.

I went down to the kitchen for breakfast because my mom shooed me away from the kitchen.

"Don't send your slimy bacteria flying around here!"

I just laughed and sniffled.

I picked my food and sighed. I had lost my appetite. It's not like I had an appetite in the first place, but now that I was sick, I didn't want to eat anything.

Sigh.... This can't get any worse, can it?

Was Sam coming again today? He probably shouldn't. He has books to read and stuff like that. He wouldn't come see me. He was just worried yesterday, that's all. Now that he knows I'm sick, he'll probably stop coming right?

I couldn't sleep and at the same time I couldn't get out of bed. I was feeling nauseous.

This is the worst.

My mom came in to check my temperature and sure enough, I had a bad fever.

I was feeling so dizzy and weak, let's not forget the fact that I haven't eaten...

I felt so terrible. I felt so weak. I hate this. I hate being sick.

I hadn't eaten anything for the day even though Sparky forced me to try something.

I tried a spoon but, I immediately puked whatever went in.

"Ugh..." I groaned.

"Angel!"

My head snapped towards him. What?! It couldn't be! Why... Why was he here? And now? Of all places and time!

He ran to me and helped me up to the bathroom. He sure had this ability of seeing me at my most vulnerable moments

He helped me clean up and tried to help me walk back to the bedroom.

Again, let us all remember that I still hadn't eaten anything.

"Angel are you okay?" He asked with a worried look in his eyes.

I looked away. I didn't want him to see me like this. I only wanted him to see the happy silly, annoying Angel Ilves.

"I can't... Move..." I whispered.

He stared at me for a moment and in a swift moment, I was off the ground.

What?!

I looked up at him. He was... Carrying me? P-princess style?!

I couldn't control my cheeks from blushing. I was just... Flabbergasted!

I just let him carry me to my room and he gently placed me on the bed.

"Angel, how are you feeling?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

I bit my lip and looked away. He sighed and croaked "Please Angel..."

I turned to him and I could see he was almost crying. What the? Big boys shouldn't cry! Especially him! Over me! Of all people.

"I'm not feeling better, that's for sure. I haven't eaten all day and I'm so hungry..." I told him

He looked up at me and nodded, then he left.

I waited for him for 5 minutes, then he came back with a cup of hot tea and bread.

"Soak it in" he instructed.

I ate it and... No puking! Hurrah!

I was so satisfied. It fueled my body at least.

"Thanks Sam" I said but he frowned.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked.

Jeez. Stop acting like I'm pregnant.

"I'm fine. See?" I said and flashed him a big smile.

The edges of his lips curved upwards.

He rested his palm on my forehead and muttered "You're having a fever"

I didn't want him to worry too much so I just chuckled "It's... Not that bad, I promise. Just a little warm, so what?"

He did NOT take my joke well.

I was immediately silenced by his cold glare.

He suddenly pulled me closer to him and sighed "What am I going to do with you?"

I smirked "Oh~ So many things. You could sell me, you could hold me, touch me, kiss me, marry..."

He covered my lips with his hand and blushed beet red.

"Sh-shut up!" He whispered.

I smiled under his hand and leaned in closer to him, feeling his warmth. I liked it when people cuddled me, but— to my dismay—People DON'T cuddle me...

I snuggled closer and I felt his body stiffen under my touch.

I never knew I could have such an effect. Yet, he didn't pull away. Was he trying to... To please me? Why?

His fingers rubbed my back ever so soothingly, I felt like I could sleep again. I let out a yawn and I was drifting off to sleep.

It was hard to sleep in the position we were in though. His fingers were only so close to getting underneath my shirt, his head was nestled on top of mine, and I was almost on his lap.

It felt... So perfect... I could just imagine what would happen if those perfectly slender fingers caressed my skin...

If he leaned down to just... Just...

I buried my head in his chest, feeling slightly embarrassed for housing such perverse thoughts.

I took in a whiff of his shirt. He smelt so... Divine. So quiet yet so... Outspoken.

Siiiigh~

Smelt like a dream

"Angel, what's wrong?" He spoke up

I looked up at him and noticed his red face, then I remembered my recent action of burying my head in his chest.

"Nothing, I was just... Thinking of something"

He paused before he spoke again "You shouldn't be thinking too much. It's not good for your health right now"

I smiled at him "Whatever you say, mom"

He frowned "I'm serious"

I just chuckled and pulled away "Fine. Fine"

"You should sleep"

"What?! No way! I..."

I was cut off by a stern look and I pouted.

"No! I'm not sleeping! I feel so weak and useless! I haven't done a thing all day!"

He stared at me for a minute, then sighed and rubbed his temple "What do you want to do?"

I smiled "I want to see Richie!"

Was it just my imagination, or did his eye brows frown at me?

"You must be sick" he growled

I smirked "I am sick"

"How do you want to get there?!" He almost yelled

I flashed a goofy grin "With my bike, of course!"

His jaw clenched "No"

"No?! Who are you? My dad?!"

"You're not going anywhere! You're staying right here and going to bed right now!"

I muttered angrily "You're not my dad"

"What was that?"

I felt something in me snap. "I SAID YOU'RE NOT MY DAD!" I screamed at him.

He flinched at my words but he still remained firm "You're not riding your bike to someone's house in your current state!"

"She's my friend! I have to see her!" I whined.

"She could've come to see you! What kind of friendship is that?! And she's your best friend?!" He retorted.

I mumbled "It's complicated okay?"

"I'm not letting you leave!" He ordered

I rolled my eyes and pulled the covers over me as I flopped on the bed "Ugh! Fine!"

There was uncomfortable silence around us that was broken, after 2 minutes that felt like forever, with a long sigh.

He patted my shoulder under the blanket and whispered "I'm sorry... I just... Don't want you to stress yourself too much. I want you to recover quickly so you can come back to school"

I pulled the cover off my head and smirked "Why? Do you miss me?"

He turned red and turned away "N-No! I don't care it's just... I... I... You... Your friends miss you" he blurted

My mouth formed an 'O' shape. So, he didn't miss me. Why did that make me feel sad?

I suddenly covered my mouth with the back of my hand and yawned.

He smiled slightly and raised a brow "Not so tired now, huh?"

I just rolled my eyes and went back to sleep.

I could hear him whisper something "Please be okay"

Did he think I wasn't going to be? I was just a little sick.

I had a fever, I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't move, couldn't breathe, I was feeling nauseous... Okay maybe it was more serious than I thought, but still! He makes it sound like I'm dieing!