Sighing softly, I set the thermometer down on the table. Seamus has been sick for months now, and the incoming cold weather doesn't help anything.
"104.6." I mumbled, referring to his temperature. "I'll go get some soup and an icepack."
Seamus nodded softly. His green eyes held guilt. It was only a few days before Christmas Eve and I had to cancel seeing my family due to my sick boyfriend. They a understood, but Seamus felt awful.
I made him some chicken noodle soup and pulled a fresh ice pack from the fridge. I poured Seamus some prescription medicine and a glass of ginger ale. I took all of the items up to his room and gave them to him one by one.
"Want to watch some Christmas movies?" I asked softly. I sat down next to Seamus, sitting up against the headboard of the bed.
"Sure." He said softly. I nodded and turned on to the Christmas movie channel. We sat together and watched them as Seamus ate his soup. At some point he fell asleep with his head on my shoulder.
Shortly after he had fallen asleep, I had to pee. I went to get up, moving as lightly and slowly as possible, as not to disturb my boyfriend. I failed at it.
"Do you know what I want for Christmas?" Seamus asked sleepily.
"What, baby?" I asked, running my hands through his hair.
"I want to be better, healthier... For you.." Seamus hadn't once opened his eyes. He began to snore again, indicating that he had fallen back asleep.
I smiled sadly snd kissed his forehead. I went and did my business. I came back and cuddled up to him.
"Me, too, Sea... Me, too..."
Even if he didn't get better, we'd make the best of it. Just because this Christmas might not be the best, doesn't mean next year won't be. I want him better, too, but we'll manage.
