Divine Intervention: One Shots

Under The Weather

I was sicker than I had been in a long time. We had been home from his last tour for approximately 24 hours. We got up that morning, well I should say he got up that morning, I was convinced I was dying. My head hurt, my joints ached, my nose and chest were congested, my throat was sore, I was exhausted and I was pretty sure I was running a fever because of the chills. Without a word he brought me a cup of hot tea with honey and lemon, the thermometer, some Tylenol and a bottle of water. Sure enough I was running a temp of 101.9.

He set up the vaporizer for me and sat on the edge of the bed. "Sorry you are feeling so crummy, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do for you?" I just shook my head and apologized. 

He patted my hip. "There is nothing for you to be sorry about. That was a brutal schedule and if you've never done it, your immune system isn't ready for it. Are you hungry?"

I just shook my head. I wasn't, but I knew I would need to try and eat eventually.  He kissed my forehead and told me to get some rest and he'd be back in a bit to check on me. He put my phone within reach and told me to text him if I needed anything. I just sighed, snuggled in, and closed my eyes. It was too hard to keep them open anyway.

I have no idea how long I slept, but I woke up when I heard the beep of the thermometer. "Damn, you are still running a fever. I brought you some ibuprofen, we'll alternate that with Tylenol every couple of hours."  He brushed my hair back away from my face and I could see the worry on his.  I sat up and sipped the fresh cup of tea he brought me. My voice was barely a whisper.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Shhhh. A couple of hours. I'm going to run you a bath. Use this if you need to communicate." He handed me my phone. "I know a thing or two about vocal rest." He winked and chuckled as he headed for the bathroom. 

I pulled the covers off and sat on the edge of the bed. My head swam and I was glad I was sitting. I pulled off my tank top and sipped more of my tea. He came back, helped me finish undressing, and helped me to the bathroom and into the tub.

He got me settled in the tub and turned the separate shower on hot and let it run with some kind of tablet that smelled like vicks.  The room filled with steam and I relaxed and tried to breathe.  I could feel my congestion loosening up as I tried not to fall asleep. He came and got me a half an hour later as the water started to cool.  He dried me off and got me some clean pjs.  He led me back to bed where he had changed the sheets.  I wanted to cry.  He was taking such good care of me despite being exhausted himself from the tour schedule. A tear slipped down my cheek.

“Hush now.” He wiped away my tear and tucked me in.  “Did you want to try to eat some soup?” 

I reached for my phone. I could eat a little soup, I think. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I love you <3

He chuckled.  “I love you too. Your mom would kill me if I didn’t. But seriously, you would take care of me if I was sick.  I’ll be up shortly.”  He kissed my forehead and I snuggled under the covers after setting my phone on the bedside table. He returned shortly with soup, tea, and water.  He rechecked my temp. 

“100. Better, but not great.  Work on these and then it will be time for more tylenol.”  I drank some water and ate my soup slowly.  He sat on the bed next to me while he scrolled through his social media to see what fans had to stay about the tour.  He showed me pictures and videos and some of the messages.  We both laughed a little when a random fan suggested that there was something going on between him and his tour photographer.  I managed to finish my soup and my tea and he brought me more tylenol.  I took it and laid back down to sleep.

I woke to the thermometer beeping again.  “99.2.  It is definitely headed in the right direction. Hi sleepyhead, how are you feeling?” 

I smiled and reached for my phone. A lot better actually.  My throat still hurts, but I can breathe.

He kissed my forehead again. “I am so glad to hear that.  Just keep resting.  I can think of more fun reasons to spend the day in bed, but I don’t mind this other than I hate that you are suffering.”

Me too. But I will be ok after a little more sleep. I snuggled back under the covers and slept until he woke for me for dinner.