I'm a straightforward girl. I see what I like and I take it. It's been the same when I was little and it's still the same now. So when I went out clubbing with my friends that night and I saw this highly attractive guy, I just knew I had to have him...
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Cough
Cough
Cough
I groaned and blinked my eyes open, the sound of Remi coughing waking me up from my sleep. It still amazed yet worried me at how easily I could fall into a deep sleep with Remi beside me.
I gazed over at him to find him at the corner of the bed with his back turned to me, coughing into his hand.
I furrowed my brows and sat up groggily to peer over at him.
"Remi?"
He coughed and cleared his throat. "You're up?"
His weak voice slapped the sleepiness out of me.
I touched his arm lightly but quickly pulled it to my chest as if I had been scorched.
"What the fuck? You're burning up!" I exclaimed, grabbing his shoulder to turn him so he'd look at me.
One look at his face had my heart beating against my chest. The brilliance that was there the day before was nowhere in sight. Instead, Remi looked downcast, his eyes dull and his lips pale.
"You're sick," I pointed out the obvious, placing my hand on his forehead.
I sucked in a sharp breath. "You can't tell me this is your normal temperature now."
I grabbed his hand and made him feel for himself. He chuckled. "I love the concern in your eyes."
"Concern? I'm more baffled that I sucked all the health out of you last night."
His chuckle turned into full-blown laughter that then turned into a pained coughing fit.
I winced. "Right, this isn't the time for jokes. You need to see a doctor." I tried to get him off the bed. He refused to budge, his heavy body pulling against me.
He frowned and closed his eyes. "As much as I want to, I don't think I can get up right now. Just let me rest. If it's a fever, it'll pass."
"Without medicine!? Werewolves don't get sick often... did you come in contact with something? Anything weird lately?"
"Not that I rec-" he coughed, then groaned. "I feel like shit."
I eyed him. "You look like it too. Should I call Dereck?"
He weakly nodded. "We can't let others know that I'm unwell. I'd do it, but my mind is too foggy. Get him here... discreetly." He murmured, wincing.
"What's wrong? Does something hurt?" I noticed his pained expression.
"Head... hurts," he barely got the words out.
I could tell that he was struggling to speak, so I refrained from asking any more questions. Instead, I ran into the bathroom for a wet towel and placed it on his forehead.
