Short stories

Sick

I sneeze for what feels like the thousandth time this morning. I reach next to my bed for the tissues but come up empty. Confused, I roll over and see that the box is empty. Great. I groan and slowly sit up, trying to ignore the pounding in my head. I wrap a blanket around my shoulders and shuffle downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and nearly scream when I see someone standing there.

"What the fuck?!" I yell in a deep and nasally voice. The figure whips around to reveal my best friend Everett. "What the hell are you going here?" I whisper, head still pounding. "Your mom texted me that you were sick so I came by to check on you." He explains. "Check on me. Not scare me half to death." I say groggily. He sighs and walks towards me and pulls me into a hug. I whine and try to push him away. "You're gonna get sick." I whisper before going into a coughing fit.

Everett rubs my back softly and leads me into the living room towards the couch. "Sit. When's the last time you've eaten?" He questions kneeling in front of me. I shrug and lay down on the couch. "I'll make you some soup and bring you medicine in a minute ok?" He says, rubbing my arm softly. I mumble an 'okay' before falling asleep again.

20 minutes later....

"Lovey. Wake up." Everett whispers in my ear. I groan and roll over facing him. I open one eye and look at him pouting. "You need to eat love." Everett explains, helping me sit up. I nod and lean back into the couch. He hands me some medicine, which I quickly take, before handing me a bowl of soup. "Thank you." I whisper, my raspy voice from coughing all day .

"You're welcome." Everett responds, sitting next to me and rubbing my back. I quickly finished the soup since it was the only thing I'd eaten all day and lay down with my head on his lap. I notice a box of tissues on the table and look up at Everett. "Did you get those?" I ask softly. "Yea. Your mom told me you've gone through three packs of tissues before I came here, so I stopped at the store to grab anything you might need." He explains shrugging his shoulders.

"Thank you." I whisper, cracking at the thoughtfulness of my best friend. "You're welcome, lovey." He whispers, pecking my forehead. "C'mon. Let's get you to bed." He says shifting my body to carry me. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he walks through the house. I bury my head into the crook of his neck and sigh softly.

When we reach my room Everett chuckles at the mess and carefully sets me in bed. He pulls my blankets up over my body and starts to pick up the mess. "You don't have to do that." I whine sitting up quickly in bed. "Hey, hey. It's ok. I don't mind." He quickly says when he sees my stressed expression. "I do. I made the mess so I'll clean it." I whisper feeling really drowsy from earliers medicine.

"How about we clean it up tomorrow?" He suggests, laying me back down in bed. "Mhm." I mumble pulling him to lay down next to me. He chuckles softly and climbs under the blankets, before pulling me into his chest. "Thank you Eve." I whisper, kissing his clothed shoulder. "Your welcome lovey. Get some rest." He whispers back, kissing my forehead. I nod and soon fall asleep.