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Twenty-six

The next morning, I woke up feeling like death. My head was pounding, my throat was sore, and my whole body ached. The warm comfort of my bed felt inviting, but I knew I had to get up. The prospect of dragging myself out of bed, however, seemed insurmountable.

With a groan, I pulled the blankets closer and tried to ignore the throbbing in my head. As I shifted, I noticed Colby's voice filtering through the walls, but it sounded muffled. A soft knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

"Blair? Are you awake?" Colby's voice was gentle but concerned.

I tried to respond but only managed a weak groan.

The door creaked open, and Colby peered in, his face falling into a frown as he took in my state. "Oh, no. You look awful."

I managed a feeble smile. "Thanks, Colby. That's just what I needed to hear."

Without missing a beat, Colby came over and sat down on the edge of my bed. "You stay right here. I'm going to make sure you're taken care of."

True to his word, Colby jumped into action. He dashed out of the room and returned shortly with a collection of things: medication, a few boxes of tissues, a large bottle of Gatorade, and a tray with some food.

"I brought you some meds for the fever and a couple of Gatorades to keep you hydrated," he said, placing everything within easy reach. "Also, I got you some chicken soup. I know it's a cliché, but it helps."

I watched him with a mix of gratitude and amusement as he set everything up on the bedside table. "You're a lifesaver, Colby. Thanks."

"Don't mention it," he said, flashing a reassuring smile. "Just focus on getting better. I'm here to help."

I took the meds and sipped on the Gatorade while Colby settled into a chair beside me. His presence was comforting, and I was grateful for his company. After a while, he got up to check on the soup, and I used the time to glance at my phone.

I remembered that the video from the haunted jail had gone up yesterday. Despite feeling like a zombie, I was curious to see how it turned out. I pulled up the video on my laptop and started watching, my spirits lifting as I saw Colby and Sam's antics.

The footage was a hilarious mix of genuine fear and playful teasing. Colby's attempts to calm me down while I clung to his arm were both endearing and funny. Sam's exaggerated reactions and the spooky atmosphere made for a compelling watch.

I laughed despite myself, the sound of my chuckles blending with the crackle of the soup heating up. I was in the middle of a particularly funny scene when Colby returned with the steaming bowl of soup.

"Soup's ready," he said, carefully placing it on the tray. "How's the video?"

"It's great," I said, grinning as I dug into the soup. "It's even funnier than I remembered. We make a good team."

Colby chuckled. "Glad you think so. We'll be even better in the next video."

After finishing the soup and feeling a bit better, I decided to check the comments on the video. Colby took a seat next to me, looking over my shoulder with interest.

The comments were a mix of laughter, praise, and some curiosity about our relationship.

**"This was so hilarious! Colby and Blair are the best duo."**

**"I love how Colby is like Blair's personal bodyguard. So sweet!"**

**"Blair's reactions are priceless. I would be scared too!"**

**"Are Colby and Blair a thing or just really close friends? They seem super close."**

**"The way Colby looks at Blair is so tender. You can tell they have a special bond."**

**"Blair and Colby should do more videos together! They have great chemistry."**

As I read through the comments, a mix of emotions swirled within me. It was clear that people noticed the connection between Colby and me, and while some of the comments were flattering, others made me pause.

"Colby," I said, looking up from the screen, "people are really picking up on the way we interact in the video."

Colby glanced at the comments and grinned. "Yeah, they're pretty observant. But don't worry about it too much. We had a good time, and that's what matters."

"I know," I said, feeling a tinge of uncertainty. "It's just... seeing all these comments makes me think."

Colby's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Hey, we're friends. We're having fun, and that's what counts. Don't let the comments get to you."

I nodded, feeling reassured by his words. "Thanks, Colby. I guess I'm just overthinking things."

"It's okay," he said, giving me a gentle squeeze. "Just focus on getting better. We'll sort out everything else later."

As the day wore on, Colby continued to check in on me, ensuring I had everything I needed. His care and attention were a balm for my discomfort, and I felt grateful for his presence. Despite the lingering sickness, the warmth of his company made everything a bit more bearable.

By the time the evening rolled around, I was feeling somewhat better, though still exhausted. Colby had stayed by my side, and I could tell he was just as tired as I was. As he prepared to leave for the night, I gave him a grateful smile.

"Thanks for everything today, Colby. You've been amazing."

"Anytime," he said, returning the smile. "Get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

As he left, I settled back into my bed, feeling a sense of comfort and appreciation. The day had been long and challenging, but Colby's support had made it a little bit easier to bear. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of his care envelop me as I drifted off to sleep.