The Assistant (Chris Pratt Love story)

Chapter 36

In the middle of the night, I woke up and felt really sick.

I stormed off to the bedroom, probably waking Chris up on my way.

"Babe, are you okay?" I heard Chris ask, walking towards the bedroom.

"No." I whimpered, sitting on the bathroom floor.

Chris slowly pushed the door open, and sat down beside me, and held me close to him.

We sat there for a while. "Are you feeling better?" Chris asked quietly.

I nodded in response.

He gently stroke my back, before his hand moved to my forehead.

"You're hot." He said with concerned voice, as he felt my forehead.

"Let's get you back to bed." He said before he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom.

He wrapped my shaking body in the sheets, before he climbed in behind me.

Chris wrapped his arm around my body, and pulled me closer to him.

"Try to go back to sleep." He said soothingly.

I only slept for a few hours, before I felt sick again.
Chris was immediately by my side again, and got me back to bed.

He got up really early, the next morning and made me breakfast.

"You have to eat something." Chris said seriously as I just stared at the food in front of me.

I took a small bite of the toast, and chewed slowly, making a small smile spread across Chris's face.
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"I can't leave you like this." Chris said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You have to. You have to, go to work.
I'll be fine here." I said smiling reassuringly.

"But you don't look fine." Chris said with a serious look.

"It's just a flu. I won't die. At least not today." I said with a smirk.

"And it's better, if you don't hang around me, so you don't get sick yourself." I argued, with a smile.

Chris sighed and nodded.

"But call if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded in response, before Chris got up and went to work.
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I was sick for about a week.

Chris took great care of me, and made sure I got enough to eat and drink. He called me, several times through the day and checked on me.

He was just amazing in every single way. It was sweet, how he worried about me.