Still Dunno

Chapter 43 - Taking Care Of My Own

Wesley's POV

"Wesley?" Janis mumbled into my shoulder.

I tried not to sigh out loud. I thought she was sleeping.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I'm cold," she whispered.

"Cold?" I repeated.

"Yea, and my head and throat hurt," she said.

I lifted my head up and looked at her. Her eyes were still closed. I placed my hand on her forehead.

"Holy shit, Janis! You're hot!" I exclaimed, moving my hand quickly.

She smiled. "You're sweet, but now is not the time to flirt with me, Wes."

I chuckled. "No, honey, I meant you are burning up. Your head and throat hurt?"

She nodded. "And my fingers, elbows, toes, and shoulders ache."

"You're sick," I whispered.

She didn't say anything. She just snuggled closer to me.

Shit!

Now what was I supposed to do?

I carefully got up.

"Nooo!" Janis complained.

"I'm going to get you some medicine and another blanket," I said.

I grabbed the blanket from the wardrobe, a glass of water, and Janis' purse from the counter. I opened it up and pulled out her Advil bottle. Opening it up, I found three pills.

"Great," I mumbled, shaking two out.

I took them over to her. "Here."

I started wrapping my arm around her shoulders to prop her up. "Let's get some meds in you."

I popped the pills into her mouth and raised the glass to her lips.

She took a couple sips. I set the glass on the table by the bed and unfolded the blanket, covering Janis and tucking it around her.

This was bad.

Hopefully, the medicine would kick in soon, and she would feel better.

I should have known she wasn't feeling well. She even complained about her head and throat, and I yelled at her after my audition.

Geez, I'm an asshole! I ran my hand through my hair.

If I could keep her comfortable through the night, then the snow would stop, and I could take her to the doctor tomorrow. I touched her forehead again. She was so hot.

I went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with cold water. Ringing it out, I returned it to the bed and sat beside Janis. Gently, I wiped her forehead with the cloth. I patted her face, folded it into thirds, and placed it on her forehead. I could give her more medicine in eight hours.

If I kept making her drink some water and keeping the washcloth on her head, she might feel better in the morning.

"Wes?"

"Yes?"

"I have to go home," she mumbled.

And even in a fever-induced sleep, she was still stubborn and bullheaded.

"I know. I'll get you home. Get some rest," I said, curling up next to Janis.

Janis shifted, so she was lying against me.

She'll be okay in the morning. She just needed a good night's sleep.

***

A good night's sleep was a joke. Janis tossed and turned throughout the night, complaining she was too cold or too hot or her body hurt.