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—you did not feel well. at all.
which, the fact that you could barely get out of bed anyways made you feel that much worse. your boyfriend, eddie, was supposed to be getting back from gremany after meeting ac/dc for the monsters of rock tour. it was an extension yall had not planned on, as he was originally supposed to have been back in july. it was now september.
you had planned to surprise him at the airport but you began worrying you wouldn't be able to the day before yesterday when your fever first came on. yesterday, you hadnt been able to get out of bed because when you did, you felt so dizzy you had to puke. you were forced to call your families long time friend, mick mars, to help you since you couldn't get up to feed your dog, who had since been curled up on the bed with you since you'd fallen ill. sherman, the dalmation that came with dating the rockstar, had grown extensively closer to you since eddie had been away.
you had been crying all morning because you had felt bad about not being able to make it to the airport. nothing was going your way at all. everything hurt to the point you couldnt even go to sleep, you couldnt make it to the airport, you were hungry and thirsty but you couldnt eat or drink. a break in the nausea allowed you to get up and actually shower this morning but after that it all went down hill.
you heard the door downstairs open and stuff hit the floor. sherman lifted his head up from your stomach but didnt jump off the bed yet. you sniffled, wiping your face and turned down the volume on 'i love lucy'. the familiar mop of brown hair appeared in the door frame with a big dopey smile but it disappeared when he saw your state.
he straightened up and made his way over to your bed side, kneeling down and tucking your hair behind your ear. "baby, whats wrong?"
"im sorry," you cried, voice hoarse from the morning full of tears. "im so sorry, eddie. i tried t-to—" he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled your body around so he had most of you in his lap, minus your legs.
"hey, its okay, alright?" he kissed your forehead, fingers running through your damp hair. your head was buried in his chest as your tears soaked his shirt. after holding you for a few minutes, your tears slowed and the hiccuping stopped to the point you could speak so you pulled back eddie. "whats wrong?"
"i was planning on surprising you at the airport but i got sick the day before yesterday and i had a fever. every time i got up i got nauseous and i ended up having to call mick to help me. and i got upset because i feel like i havent done anything and i havent seen you for nine months so i figured the least i could do was pick you up from the airport and i couldnt even do that," you explained, sniffling every so often as you did.
"well for starters, if you got sick you shouldnt have been going out in the first place," he told you, rubbing your back softly with his left hand. you laced your hand with the right one, choosing to hold his instead of picking at yours. a habit he'd worked you into during the first few months you'd been together. "and second, honey you dont need to feel bad for not doing something. you deserve to take a break, you do so much all the time and you never take any time for you. at least being sick, you dont have a choice but to take a break," he laughs softly, following your face with his when you look down to had your smile.
"dont get close to me, you'll get sick," you grumble.
"i really dont care," he disregards, lifting up your head and pressing his lips to yours sweetly. you kiss back until shermans had worms his way between the two of you, causing you to break apart in laughter. eddie rubbed sherman head and laid you back down. "can you drink some tea?"
you shurgged. "i havent tried."
he raised raised one eye brow. "have you had anything?"
"i cant keep anything down," you justified.
"ill be back," he presses one last kiss to the top of your head before going off into what you assume is the kitchen because you heard some stuff crash and several curses. about fifteen minutes later, 'i love lucy' had just come back on when eddie walked back in carrying a mug in one hand and a bowl in the other. he set both down on your bedside table before pulling a thermometer and purple flat container out of his jean pockets. "open," he tells you and places the thermometer in your mouth.
you wait until it beeps and pull it out to see that, surprisingly, your fever finally broke. it was now 98.6. eddie capped it and handed you a pill which you assumed tylenol. you swallowed it and he handed you the mug. "i made you tea and some soup," he told you, letting you do your thing as he walks over to his side of the bed and strips down to his boxers before climbing in.
you set the mug back down and grabbed the bowl of soup, gingerly eating small bites as you curled into eddie side and watched the black and white show play. the sun faded through the curtains and you grew sleepy, setting the now mostly empty bowl back down and cutting off the tv.
eddie moved his arm as you scooted down under the covers and latched onto him. "i missed you," he kissed your forehead. "a lot."
"i missed you too," you sleepily mumbled back.
"i love you, so damn much," he pulled you closer. "goodnight honey." you were already out like a light with eddies arms around you. it was like heaven. hopefully eddie wouldnt get sick.
