Billy was coming around to it as he wasn't in much pain as he thought he was. Seeing all the blood on a wash cloth, knowing that he for sure didn't do. "Maxxx.." He started calling out for her. "Maxx!" Still no signs of her. This was going to hurt him. "MAX GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW."
Instead of Max it was Anastasia. "My goodness no need to shout Billy." Sweat dripping off his face. Fever coming along. "Max went to get a few things before you woke up."
"Why is it when I always get hurt you show up?"
"If this is the thanks I get, I'll leave."
He hand went out moving around. "No. Shit that's not what meant. Sorry." He began to cough.
With a sigh, Anastasia got another wet wash cloth that was a little cold and place it on his forehead. She sat on the edge of the bed. "It's alright." Max came in with the bag. Looking at the items. "If he isn't better by the end of the night Max we either take him to my house or the hospital."
"No damn hospitals. I'll go to your house if I have too. But no damn hospitals. You hear me ladies?"
They both said. "Yes Billy."
Over the night time Billy was getting a little bit better. He was sitting up and would look at food and push it away.
"Billy you have to drink your soup." Anastasia got after him.
"No, I'll just throw it up."
"Come on Billy. I know that you don't want too. But you have too. My great grandma famous recipe that can cure and sickness. And I think you'd want to be when your ass of a father comes home."
"Hey don't call him that." Defending his father... That was a damn surprise.
"Oh but it's okay for him to call me a whore?"
"I told him not to call you that." Coughing made everything worse.
Anastasia sighs. "Max can you please bring me the needle."
"What no..." He struggles with fighting her.
"Billy if you won't drink the soup then this will help with the swelling of things that I cannot see."
Max brought the needle in. "Are you sure that this will help him?"
"It did with me two years ago." Sticking the needle into his arm while he was passed out. Anastasia stayed with him the whole time.
The next morning Billy woke up to Max being in his room and that was a big no no. Billy threw a small piece of paper to get her attention cause she was working on her last bit of homework, jamming to her music with headphones. Paper landed on her last as she looks over seeing Billy was mad.
"Okay before you get mad Anastasia asked me to sit here. I told her that was a huge no no. She didn't listen to me."
"Where is she?" He was a little angry.
"In our shower. She stayed with us for three days."
"What do you mean three days?"
"You had been ill and I mean very ill. She didn't mind staying here and watching over us." Grabbing her things quickly as she could. Not wanting to over welcome her stay.
"Why would she want to take care of me?"
"I dunno Billy maybe she likes you. Sees something."
He couldn't remember but shadows he thought it was his mom coming to take him away this time, like all of this was a dream. Come to find out it was just Anastasia. No girl that Billy has dated wanted to take of him like this. Checking up on him, making him meals. And staying with him while Neil and Susan are away. "So it wasn't her."
"Who Billy?"
"Don't worry about. Go back to your room."
Anastasia came into the room, hair wet sweat shorts and a sweatshirt that was cropped. "Oh good your up. I was getting worried that I was going to have Nick come and get us."
"For?" Billy rubs his head.
"No hospitals, as you stated. They could help more than I can. As I can see you are doing much better."
Pointing his finger at Anastasia. "You took care of me."
"Well Max helped too. Otherwise yes. Is that a problem?" Anastasia wasn't sure what was happening.
"Why?"
"Why what Billy?"
"Why take care of me?"
Anastasia didn't want Max to be involved. "Max why don't you see if Jane wants to go swimming."
"Okay."
"To answer you Billy. I did it because I care."
"You care about me?"
"Oh my. Okay yes Billy I do care. That's what people do when someone that you care for. You take care of them."
"I know that! I just want to know why?"
"Dose there have to be a reason why?"
"No but I just want to know."
Max said loudly. "The two of you fight like a married couple."
"Shut up Max." Billy mocked Max.
Crossing her arms. "I can leave Billy. I just wanted to help." Heading into the living room.
Max got off the phone. "Jane said it was okay if we can spend the night."
"It's fine with me, but you have to talk to your brother.. I meant Billy." Grabbing her stuff.
"Max head on over." Billy aloud it. "You I'm not talking too."
Max took her stuff as Anastasia stood by the couch. "What more do you want from me Billy?"
"I did nothing to deserve this."
"What do you mean Billy?"
"Your kindness."
"You're right. You haven't."
"Yet you give and you give while I take." Walking slowly to her.
"Yeah well that's what people do when you love them."
He stopped. "You love me?"
Being so frustrated, she shouted at him. "Yes Billy I do! And you know that! That is what people do who you love. You take care of them even if they take or they don't. But you are so blind to see this. So I throw all my feeling down to the pit while you date whoever the fuck you want. And I act like I don't care. I mean I don't..." Throwing her bag over her shoulders. "If you find real love Billy that you love a girl so much that it hurts. I hope you don't treat her like this."
She left him alone. "She loves me." He sat on the floor, she was right she did tell him and yet he treated her like crap but in the mostly friendliest way, like it was teasing her in a way that they were going to be something. And that cut deep.
There was some soup in the fridge saying Billy on it with a smile on the sticky note. Warming it up as he drank it slowly. Never felt like this before. He forced himself to be better.
