"Take this." Ashton says, passing me a small cup filled with blue liquid, I can only guess that it's medicine.
"I'm fine, I don't need any." I respond, snuggling deeper into my blanket, my legs sprawled across Ashton's lap.
"Baby, you won't get better if you don't take this." He reasons, moving the cup to my lips.
"I'm fine, it's just a cold." I push the cup away just as a sneeze escapes my lips, my head falling into the arm cushion of my couch. I feel like complete shit.
"Just a cold my ass, you are burning up, let me get you something to drink." Ashton says not waiting for a response as he gets up and goes to my kitchen.
I knew I was sick. I knew I could possibly have a fever but I just hated medicine, with a passion. Plus - it was a cute sight seeing Ashton worry about me like this. It wasn't like I was dying - I was just sick and it would blow over in a day - no big deal.
"Here, sit up." Ashton says waiting for me to sit up, which I do, moving my legs so they cross under me, my blanket still wrapped tightly around my body.
"Drink this." Ashton says sitting next to me, putting the cup to my lips. I oblige, opening my mouth and letting the liquid in. It was obviously water. It had to be water. It isn't water.
I'm quick to push the cup away, the liquid that's just entered my mouth is easily spewing out as I spit all of it out, the taste unbearable.
"Babe," Ashton whines but chuckles lowly, I knew he'd think that was funny.
"What the hell was that?" I ask, wiping my mouth and turning to my mischievous boyfriend.
"Alka-seltzer, it's good for you." Ashton says motioning to the cup in his hand.
"Nuh-uh, that shit is revolting." I show my disgust by hiding my head back under my blanket in hopes for Ashton to stop shoving medicine down my throat.
"You won't get better if you don't take something, you look awfully pale." Ashton says pulling the blanket away from me, instantly making me have the shivers. It was so damn cold in my house.
"Look your shivering!" Ashton points out and I roll my eyes, my body curling up into a smaller ball. "The air is on high, so it's cold in here - duh."
Ashton shakes his head at me, a smirk on his lips. "I turned the air off when you dozed off."
"Well there must be a draft or something." I shrug, pulling my blanket from his arms - to no avail.
"Or your just sick." Ashton replies, moving so his face is inches from mine.
"If I'm 'sick' why are you so close to me right now?" I question, my eyebrow raising at him just to show him I got him back.
"Because your irresistible." He cooly responds and damn him for being so damn smooth.
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It's been a week and I'm still fucking sick. Probably worse. My throat is burning, I'm hot one minute then cold the next, I can barely eat anything, I had a stuffy nose and couldn't stop coughing. To say I felt like death was an understatement.
Ashton had stayed a few nights at my house but everyday I saw myself getting more sick so I begged him to leave just so he didn't catch my sickness.
Of course I had to take medicine, which I dreaded. It tasted nasty as hell and it almost felt pointless because I was only getting worse.
It made no sense. Medicine is suppose to help you not fuck you up more. I was tempted to write a very angry email to NyQuil but decided against it - I had no energy to type up anything.
