Covid 19

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A knock on my door forced me to get out from my bed. It was noon and I was still in bed.

I dragged my legs to the door and when I opened I saw a note that frightened the hell out of me.

It said:

COVID 19 +

Panic invaded my body as I lifted Emerson's note from my doorstep.

Oh my god

He tested positive.

I feared for him, for me, for Noah. We were all together just yesterday.

I didn't went for a run that day, I wanted to be quarantined for a few days because I was in contact with Emerson.
I cooked some chicken soup and left some at Emerson's doorstep, I left a healthy salad as well.

The least I could do was cook him something healthy, I mean he wasn't getting any better by eating pizza and burgers everyday, he needed nutrients.

I worked for a while, ate lunch, I was so used to this now. This was my life now, being trapped and locked down.

I was watching the new IT movie, the one of the spooky clown. I was so hooked on the movie, my eyes weren't blinking. And then a sudden knock on my wall made me jump with fear. 
Emerson was knocking on my wall and then I heard his voice

"I'm bored" he yelled with a desperate tone, his voice pounded through the wall.

I wasn't talking to a wall so I decide to text him.

Andy: I'm watching the new IT movie, you should watch it
Emerson: are you crazy? That clown gave me nightmares for years
Andy: its really creepy
Emerson: Andy, I think you should get tested
Andy: why?
Emerson: just to be sure that I didn't infect you.
Andy: I don't have anything, I feel fine, how do you feel?
Emerson: great, I'm just desperate of not having the sense of smell and taste. Everything I ate taste like nothing, like lettuce
Andy: haha lettuce is yummy
Emerson: 🤢
Andy: let me know if you need anything
Emerson: I need you

My body shivered with the last text. I needed him too. My heart ache for him, I wanted to confort him and I wanted to be with him watching this spooky movie that was really disturbing, whoever wrote this movie had serious problems.

That night I went to bed early,  I dreamt with Emerson all night. I dreamt with his warmth and his smell. Then I woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, my body was aching and chills were making my body tremble. I felt confused and ill.

I saw a light coming from my phone

I look at the clock it was 3 in the morning. Who the hell was calling me at 3 in the morning?.

Emerson: Andy
Emerson: ???
Emerson: please answer me
Emerson: are you okey?
Emerson: you are coughing a lot while you sleep
Emerson: Andy I think you've got the virus

Oh my god.

I felt awful.

What if he was right?

I felt as if my body was kept down by an anchor.
I quickly touched my forehead and fear invaded me when I felt a burning sensation in my hand.

Andy: I feel really bad
Emerson: oh god Andy I'm so sorry, it's my fault
Andy: it's not your fault
Emerson: I think I caught it at the plane
Andy: please don't worry about it

I could barely stood up from bed, but i made a huge effort to go grab some ibuprofen, I took 2 and went back to bed.

I felt so cold, so tired. It was a tiredness that I haven't felt in my entire life. A tiredness that filled my body, making me feel weak and useless.

My eyes tried to open and my body tried to wake up, it was taking all in me to come around.
And then, when my eyelids finally gave in I was surprised of what I saw. Emerson was seating at the couch in my bedroom, he was wearing a face mask and looking straight at me.

"You're awake" he said hopeful.
He stood up and approached me, then he put his hand on my forehead.

"You're still burning" he said, his eyes filled with worry.
Was I dreaming?
How did he got in?
"What are you doing here?" I whispered, I didn't had the strength to talk.
"Andy, you've slept for 16 hours, I got worried" he said.
What? 16 hours?
"Did you broke my lock again?" I asked
"No, actually, I found your spare key" he said then added "And behind the rug isn't a good place to hide it"
I smiled, but even smiling hurt me. All my body was aching, agonizing.
But the worst feeling was the pain on my chest every time I coughed.

I took a look at my nightstand. There was an oximeter, a lot of medicines, and chicken soup that appeared to be cold.

Did he did all of this?

"Did you made the soup?" I said hoarsely.
Emerson nodded, and even though he was wearing a mask I could see his smile in his eyes and cheekbones.

"I tastes like lettuce" he said and I laughed but then a dry cough escaped my chest making me feel a throbbing pain. I put my hands on my chest praying for some comfort. And Emerson's expression was back to worrying.

"Andy I think you should go to a hospital" he said
"I don't need to go to a hospital" I said barely speaking.
"I'm gonna be fine" I assured

"Did you buy all these medicines?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"Yes I spoke to a friend that is a doctor and he told me which ones to buy, you have to take this every 24 hours" he pause pointing his finger to another bottle of medicines "and this every 12 hours"
Then he opened the bottles and gave me one of each with a glass of water
I swallowed the pills
"Emerson, you don't have to do this" I said then added "You must be feeling bad as well"
I forgot for a moment that he was also sick.
"Actually I feel perfectly fine Andy, it's you that I worry about" he said, he grabbed my hair and cheek softly and then said "You look really bad, you have a fever and your coughing like an old man"
"Your oxygen levels are fine and that's what keeps me calm" he said.
"You've been checking my oxygen levels?" I asked shocked.
"Yes" he affirmed.
"How long have you been here?" I asked
"I came here like 4 am" he said
"And what time is it?" I asked looking through the window, it looked dark.
"Its almost 7 a clock" he said
"7 at night?" I said shocked
"Yes"
"Oh my god"
"You need to eat something" he said.
I was feeling so bad to eat, I wasn't hungry, Emerson sat next to me and fed me the chicken soup like if I was and old lady.

But I was so cold and weak to pull my hands out of the covers.

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