The Lovely Moriarty(3)

3 - The Sickness.

I wake, like usual, in James's bed. I guess it's our bed.

I feel my head. I'm really hot. No one is in the room and I can't hear anyone. At that moment, James stormed in.

"Babe are you ok?!"

"So I'm babe now?!" He rolls his eyes.

"God, your as stubborn as a nail!" He takes me in a tight hug.

"I have a fever you probably shouldn't get too close to me."

"Tough." He continues to hug me.

He lets go after a while and goes to the bathroom connected to his room. I would call it small but that would be a lie. He comes out with a thermometer and a wet towel.

"If you get any worse I'm calling a doctor to come see you." He shoves the theremometer in my mouth. He pulls it out and his eyes widen. "102. I'm guessing you have the flu." He puts the wet cloth on my forehead.

"I'm fine don't worry about me. I'll just go about my usual way. It'll go away." I try to get out of bed but he holds me down.

"You are not going anywhere. Not under my watch. You are now officially bed ridden."

"You can't make me!" I want to sit up but he is still holding me down.

"Then I'll get out the handcuffs and force you. By will or by force!"

"Whatever. I'll be here if you need me!"

"And I'll be here if you need me!" He grabs a chair and sits next to the bed.

"You don't have to babysit me! I know you have other things to do."

"Why do you insist on rejecting all my help?"

"I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"Fine. Sit there!"

"I will!" We sat in silence for a while till his phone rang.

"I have to take this! I'll be right back, promise." He left the room and I turned on the TV, but it was shortly interrupted by a gagging feeling. I ran to the bathroom and made it just in time.

I threw up for what felt like forever. It finally stopped and I could hear James outside the bathroom.

"Tori? Tori!" He came up to the bathroom door and when I was catching my breath I starting throwing up again. He must of heard it because he opened the door and and came to my side and starting patting my back.

I think I'm finally done. "Thanks," I say.

"See you need some help sometimes!"

"Fine. I get it smarty pants, but you're no angel either!"

"Point taken." We headed back into the bedroom and we sat and watched some TV. I slowly drifted to sleep with James at my side.