Cold weather today. Fog and rain were all they ever had in Chicago for a few weeks now, but it wasn't enough to stop Anthony, as he dragged Y/N in the pouring rain to another party. Ending up in Y/N getting completely soaked as he once again left her as soon as he stepped into the yard of the house.
It's been two days since and Y/N had a heavy fever due to what happened two nights ago. She groaned as she turned and tossed, the uncomfortable headache was killing her. Her stuffy nose made it hard for her to breathe properly and her throat was dry and sore. Her nose was redder than Rudolph's and she's starving. Beth didn't care, she was out on her daily manicure sessions which is just another snorting session and her dad left a few pain killers but it didn't help, since it's probably cheap placebos.
She coughed and groaned, where the hell was Anthony. He said he'd be there to take care of her. God, why was she so naive. It's Anthony we're talking about here. He couldn't care less.
Suddenly someone knocked on their door. Y/N grunts as she gets up rather slowly but it still made her dizzy. Stumbling down the stairs as she carefully unlock the locks of the door and opened it to reveal Carl Gallagher, he was a few inches taller so she needed to raise her head to see his face fully. He gave her a worried look but managed to cover it up with his classic smile.
He raised his arms and in his hands was a plastic bag to which Y/N can identify inside were some medicines and water. She gave a weak smile. "Where's Anthony?"
Those words always crushed Carl's heart. She was always looking for him even though they both know he wouldn't and doesn't care. Carl shakes his head. "He's, Well. I don't know either."
"Oh." Y/Ns smile faltered but she still held a small soft smirk. No time to cry over Anthony. Carl is there for her anyways. "Come in." She whispered and walked back as Carl stepped in.
"Don't get too close, you might catch a cold." She giggled before giving a phlegmy cough. "Sorry." She frowned.
Carl shakes his head, "You shouldn't be even standing, now come on, off to bed you go. I'll make some soup." He said, Y/N looked at him with a look. "Do you even know how to cook soup?" She asked a little be worried he might burn the house down.
Carl had a soft spot for Y/N, everybody knows that. He'd be willing to do anything to take care of her or impress her. So when he heard that Y/N had a fever, he asked Fiona for some tips on how to make some soup. Specifically the soup she'd make when one of them was sick because it tasted like, a little sappy, but it tasted like home and Carl wanted Y/N to taste it and make her feel like she was at her home. Not her Dad's or Beth's or Anthony but her home, with her mom, when everything was still good.
He thought that the soup would make her feel like people still cared. That's what Carl feels whenever he's sick and Fiona makes him the soup.
Cherry Balm.
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He carefully poured some soup onto some bowl he found. Y/N sleeping peacefully, a few coughs and snorting here and there from her runny nose, but she was able to get the rest she needed.
Carl grabbed a water bottle from the plastic bag he carried earlier and some Tylenol. He tried to find a makeshift tray to carry the bowl of fresh hot soup and water and medicine. He found a baking pan and shrugged, this could work.
He felt mad at Anthony for leaving his girlfriend like this. If he had the chance, he'd punch him every time he was a jerk to Y/N, which would be every day. He knows Anthony doesn't love Y/N. He knows. But he doesn't know what he does when he's not with Y/N. He doesn't know if he's cheating or not. All he knows though is that Anthony gives no shit about Y/N. He loves the idea of her. But he doesn't love her.
He slowly opened the door to Y/Ns room. His face softened when he saw her sleeping so peacefully regardless of her heavy fever. She looked like an angel. Her breathing was calm, Carl sets the tray down on her side table, he pushed back a few hairs that were all over her face. He smiled softly both in admiration, such a perfect human being, what a pity that someone could treat her so wrong.
He taps her cheeks gently, "Y/N, wake up. You need to eat and take some medicines."
He remembered what Veronica told him, drinking medicine on an empty stomach is bad.
Y/N stirred, her eyes squinting as she woke up. She hummed in response, sighing through her nose as she tried to sit up. The other thing that greeted her other than Carl's soft smile was the scent of homemade chicken soup that made her feel warm just from the scent. Made her feel at home with her mom, made her feel someone still cared for her just like her mother.
She looked over to Carl, smiling, "Thank you." She held a sob. He shakes his head, "Can you eat on your own?" He grinned. She scoffed and sniffed a bit, "Yeah."
