Runaway (R.S.L)

Chapter 8

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I winced when Ross groaned and slammed his textbook shut. “I can’t study anymore. My brain is on overload with chemistry shit. I mean, why do I even need to learn chemistry? It has nothing to do with my major!”

I closed my eyes and pressed my palm to my burning forehead. "Ross, can you please not yell? My head feels like it's going to explode." I buried myself deeper under the covers, trying my best to stay warm. I could hear footsteps, and then my bed dipped slightly. "What are you doing?" 

Ross wrapped his arms around me from behind, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. "Cuddling with my sick girlfriend." 

I shifted my body so I was facing him, and I opened my eyes slightly. "I don't want you to get sick." 

"I won't. But even if I did, I wouldn't care." He replied before leaning into kiss me. Pulling away, he pressed his lips to my forehead, and I could feel him frowning. "Damn, you're really burning up, Scar. Are you sure this is just a cold?" 

I nodded and swallowed, wincing at the soreness of my throat. "I've been sicker. You don't need to worry." 

The frown that was on his face didn't go away. "You've been worse than this before? How worse?"

It was in this moment that I realized that Ross and the rest of his family knew almost nothing about me. There were some things that I didn't want them finding out, but that didn't mean I had to keep my entire life a secret. After everything they did for me, they deserved to know more about me.

"I've been admitted into the hospital on multiple occasions for severe pneumonia." I revealed. "So having a cold is nothing compared to that." 

His frowned deepened, and his forehead creased with worry. "What if that's what you have now?"

I smiled slightly at his concern. "Trust me, Ross. I don't have pneumonia. All I have is a really bad cold. No need to worry so much."

"I can't help it. Seeing you so sick is torture, and it really kills me that I can't do anything." He admitted. "I know I sound really mushy, but it's the truth." 

"It's a little mushy." I chuckled. "But it's sweet, too. No one has ever cared about me like you and the rest of your family do."

His frown returned. "None of your foster families cared about you?" 

No, they hated me, I thought bitterly. 

"Let's just say that living here with you guys makes me feel loved." I replied. "The other homes didn't." 

He moved hair out of his face, giving it a messy look. He stayed silent, and I was kind of glad. I knew he didn't know what to say, and that was understandable. Him trying to comfort me would do no good. The only thing that would help is if I forgot about my life in each of those homes. Unfortunately that would never happen. 

"Do you want something to eat?" Ross asked after a few moments. "I can make you some soup."

"You don't have to take care of me, Ross. You should have gone out with your family." I told him. 

"And leave you home alone? I don't think so." He shook his head, his bangs falling over his eyes. "And I want to take care of you, Scar. That's what a good boyfriend does. So shut up and let me take care of you." 

My eyes narrowed playfully. "Did you just tell me to shut up?" 

He smiled cheekily. "I only did it because I care about you." He kissed the tip of my nose before climbing out of bed. "I'm going to make you some chicken noodle soup, and I don't care what you say."