Wishing Wish

Sick Wish

I slowly opened my eyes and sat up on the bed; as I looked around, the towel that was in my forehead feel to my lap. I’m probably still at the Roose Mansion, this room is far too fancy to be my room.

Suddenly fainting after spilling my guts out is really pathetic. I hope Matt’s mom doesn’t hate me after that. If it were me, I really would hate myself.

I felt my temperature with the back of my hand. Good. I think my temperature is back to normal; I still feel so weak though, and my vision is still a bit blurry. I’ll probably be all better tomorrow after a night’s rest.

Looking outside the window, it turned out that it was already dark. I wonder what time it is. Aunt Marry is probably worried sick about me now, but I don’t want to get up yet. I laid back down after I put the towel on the basin on the bedside table, and pulled the comforter closer to me; it’s so warm and comfy.  

I was about to close my eyes to sleep again, when the door opened to reveal Matt with a tray. And as if on que, my tummy grumbled. I hope he brings food. I slowly sat up again and watched him as a walked towards me with the tray.

“You’re awake.” Matt sighed in relief as he put the tray on the bedside table on the other side, and sat on the bed beside me. “How are you feeling?!” He felt my forehead with his hand. “You’re still a little hot.”

“I’m okay.” I said weakly. His hand is so cool on my skin; I don’t want it to leave.

“You still need rest.” He smiled. “Mom made a soup for you. Eat it first before you go back to sleep.”

Matt propped me to sit comfortably in the bed and helped me eat the soup; it was so good and really warmed me. Plus every time his hand brushed against my skin, unconsciously or not, it made me want to just hold it.

“Mom was really worried about you when you suddenly blacked out. She almost called for an ambulance. I shouldn’t have left you with her. I’m so sorry.” He said apologetically.

I shook my head. “It wasn’t really her fault. I wasn’t already feeling good since this morning.”

“That was what your Aunt said too when I called to let her know about your condition, and asked to let you stay for the night.” He looked at me disapprovingly. “You should’ve told me you’re sick; I could’ve just told mom to meet you some other day. You didn’t need to push yourself.”

“Your mom seemed to be so excited, so I didn’t really mind.” I smiled.

“You should think of yourself more, you know.” He shook his head.

“Does that mean you were worried about me?!”

“O-Of course I was worried.” He blushed as he looked away. “What kind of question is that?!”

“That makes me so happy.” I giggled.

“U-Un.” He blushed further. It was so cute. “D-Do you want to finish your soup?!”

I shook my head. “Can I have some water?!”

“Sure.” He put the bowl of soup back to the tray and then handed me a glass of water.

“Thanks.” I said as I returned the empty glass to him. That was refreshing.

“Do you need anything else?!” He asked as he helped me lay back to the bed.

“Can you be my pillow tonight?!” I asked as I held his hand when he stood up from the bed.

“Y-Your what?!” He stuttered and looked at me unbelievingly.