Imagine...

35.

Imagine: You're sick and you have Kol sitting beside you by the bed trying to make you fell good again.

You had your eyes closed. Your forehead was sweating and your entire body was trembling as if it was freezing cold. You had tried to eat this morning, but that had not been working. Not at all. Much to Kol's dislike. It must be great to be like him. To never be sick. To never have trouble eating. Apart from hunting the right pray.

"What do you want to do today, darling?" Kol sat down next to you and you felt his hand on your body.
"Nothing..." You moaned and turned around. The downside of him not having been sick for the last couple of centuries, was that he had totally forgotten how miserable it felt to be sick.
"Nothing? Darling? Are you sure? I've brought all your favourite DVD's and my playstation and some books. There must be something that will make you feel better?" He waited until you opened your eyes and you saw a smile on his face.
"Kol, I'm sick..." You tried to keep your eyes open, failing hopelessly. "I need sleep." You curled yourself up and hid under the blankets, your head pressed as deeply in your pillow as you could.
"And love, can I sleep with you?" Kol waited until you lifted up your head, nodding slightly. "Great." He lifted up the blankets and pressed his chest to your back. "Sleep well, Darling." He whispered and you closed your eyes, giving in to the sleep that had come over you.
"Sleep well, Kol."