Original Sickfics :)

Please don't leave me VI

Dylan leaves and before leaving tells me to call him if there is anything at all. I smile and wave him goodbye.
I go to the kitchen to clean up the glass on the floor while being extra careful. Then I look around and their house Is a fucking mess I start cleaning it from one end and I make two laundry bags which I'll drop off at the laundromat while going home. I change the sheets in Dylan's bedroom and open his windows and take a deep breath when I see everything clean, I wipe the sweat off my forehead and head towards Noah's room to check on him, I warm up my hands a little so my cold touch won't wake him up and place my head on his forehead, I take a breath of relief to see his fever finally down. It's 9 pm and I'm practically a mess. I go to the bathroom and take a hot shower. I get comfortable in my pyjamas which stay in Dylan and Noah's house and Noah's t-shirt. I crave Chinese so I order takeout and ask them to not ring the bell. I eat Chinese while watching some mindless tv. I go and check on Noah one last time, I switch the lamp off caress his forehead and read on the couch till Dylan gets back. Dylan comes back around midnight and asks me to take his bed and he'd sleep on the couch or with Noah. I tell him no and tell him I like their couch a lot. I hug him goodnight and start reading, and I don't know when I fell asleep maybe because I was soo exhausted. The next morning I find myself not on the couch but in bed, Noah's bed, my specs were carefully placed on the side table and a fresh, washed comforter was on me, I wear my specs and look around for Noah who isn't in his room, I get up tying my hair and looking for him. He is on the couch with a cup of coffee and a book in his hands. I go towards the couch push Noah to scoot over and rest my head on his shoulder, "How are you feeling?", "I feel soo much better, I don't have a headache and I guess no fever", I put my hand on his forehead and then place it on mine, "I think I have a fever now" and I Chuckle, he hurriedly placed his hand on my forehead, "I don't dumbass, I was kidding"
"I'm going home now, I am gonna drop off your laundry at the laundromat and ask Dylan to pick it up later, If you need anything, there's Dylan, don't call me, that guy had one hell of a date yesterday he needs to redeem himself now, Bye Noah, please don't get sick, I get really worried and please don't ever pass out on me I was hyperventilating." I get up, but Noah grabs my hands and pulls me back to the couch," can I speak now?", I nod, "I'm so sorry for worrying you and freaking you out, but thank you soo much for being there for me at every second" he pulls me into a tight hug and then inspects my wound, which is almost healed now, he gets up finds my first aid box and cleans the wound and applies antiseptic. "Now you can go, Dylan and I gotta discuss his date, BYEEE"
"Bye"
And I go home.