After the storm [Finished]

30- Back to NY

The next day, I woke up with the smell of coffee and French toast but I couldn't open my eyes for a long while. I felt like my head was going to explode... I was cold and just wanted to keep sleeping.

The light from the hallway was hitting me in the face so I turned around to avoid it.

"Hey, did you woke up?" asked Ryan. I heard him getting closer.

"Hm". I hummed as an answer.

"The storm hasn't stopped yet". He made a pause, I think he was expecting a reply but since he didn't get it, he keep talking. "I made breakfast". He kissed me on the cheek.

"My head hurts". I fought myself to open my eyes.

"Maybe you slept too much". He giggled and leaned over me with his usual naughty smile. I knew what he was thinking about right away.

"No, Ryan. I don't feel well". I hugged him instead.

"Alex, you're super hot". He took some distance.

"It's not like you to insist, I really don't feel well". I complained with a frown. My eyelids felt heavy and it was difficult to stay awake.

"No, no. I mean it, literally". He placed a hand on my forehead. "You have a fever".

"Oh, great".

"I'm not carrying anything. I'll see if I can find some medicine, wait a minute". He rushed out of the room.

"Ryan". I called him but my head hurt horribly when I spoke louder. I had to wait until Ryan came back with a clean towel and a bowl of water.

"I couldn't find anything, but my mom always did this when I got sick".

"There're some pills in my bag". I said while he walked to my side. The lights in the bedroom were still off and he didn't attempt to open the curtains either, I thanked him in my mind.

"Where is it? You should have said it earlier".

"Inside the closet. I always carry some". He put the bowl and the towel on the night table and went back to the closet.

"Take it". He handed me some ibuprofen.

"Thank you". I sat for a bit and took the medicine.

"Lay again". I did as he said. Ryan sank the towel into the bowl, took it out, squeezed, and placed it on my forehead. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really".

"You should get back to sleep then". I nodded. "I'll go bring my breakfast, I'll be right back". He squeezed my hand and left.

Honestly, I don't know how long it took him because my brain was foggy and I fell asleep before he was back.

When I woke up again, he was sitting next to me, reading. It seemed like he was re-reading one of the books we had taken with us.

I wasn't feeling any better. But Ryan found an aid box in the bathroom while I was sleeping and there was a thermometer, so I took my temperature.

"40". I sighed looking at the little screen.

"Should I drive you to the hospital?" He panicked a bit.

"It's still snowing like crazy outside. It will drop soon, don't worry". I drank some water.

"Are you sure?" I nodded. "You haven't eaten yet, do you want something?"

"I'm fine".

"Hm... but if you don't eat, your stomach might get upset with the ibuprofen". We exchange a glance.

"Just tell me you want me to eat". I smiled out of energy.

"I made you something nice". He jogged out of the room and came back with a steaming plate of porridge.

"You actually know how to cook". I said impressed blowing the food on the spoon and taking a bite.

"Why wouldn't I?" He asked with a confused look on his face.

"You always ate out before we started dating, and I'm the one always cooking since we started dating". I explained.

"Ah, that's because I'm just too lazy to do it myself". He smiled with an embarrassed and apologetic look.

"I'll try not to forget it when we're back". He giggled.

"Please, just eat".

Ryan made me company while I ate and I realized it was quite late, it was almost 8 p.m. I felt kinda sorry for letting him alone when we were supposed to be spending time together but he said it was fine and kept talking about nonsense until I was sleepy again. I fell asleep again while resting my head on his shoulder when he was reading the last pages of the book he grabbed that morning.

The following day, I woke up before Ryan. Fortunately, my fever dropped a bit so I got up and took a shower with lukewarm water, and changed clothes since I spent all the previous day in bed. Ryan knocked on the bathroom door when I was blowing my hair.

"Good morning". He smiled cutely and walked in to peck me on the lips.

"Good morning". I replied.

"Do you feel better?"

"A lot better, I still have a little fever thought".

"We should leave today then".

"Why? We still have 2 days here".

"The storm has eased for a few hours, we should be in New York in case your fever raises again".

"It won't". I pouted. I felt like I was ruining the trip.

"Better safe than sorry. You can buy me cheesecake instead".

"Hm... I'll buy you a whole showcase". He started laughing.

I started packing our belongings while Ryan called the apartment owner to let him know that we were leaving earlier than expected. Ryan didn't say so but I heard the owner saying he wouldn't refund the 2 days left. I really had to buy Ryan a few cheesecakes back in New York.

Since it was predicted that the snowstorm was going to raise again by the evening, we left as fast as we could to avoid any problems on the road. We were back in the city around lunchtime and we were starving, so stopped over at a grocery shop to prepare lunch.

"Are you feeling really ok? I can cook". Ryan insisted while we were climbing the stairs to the apartment.

"I'm ok. I won't make anything too elaborated either".

"I'll put the clothes on the washing machine then".

"Thank you". I picked the keys out of my jacket.

When I opened the front door, I was greatly disappointed. The first thing we both saw was Lily and Mike in the kitchen.