I began to cough violently. I hadn't been up for more than ten minutes and I was already feeling like shit. And Christmas was a few short days away.
"Babe? Are you okay?" I heard my boyfriend, Aleks, say.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I managed between my coughing fit. When I settled down, I decided to go eat some breakfast and take my medicine.
I ate a quick breakfast with surprisingly minimal coughing. I did, however, form a sore throat and had to blow my nose several times.
I took my medicine and got ready for the day.
"Babe, you should rest." Aleks told me. He carefully guided to my room and sat me on my bed.
"No, I'll be okay. I have a lot to do today." I protested. I began to cough again as soon as the words left my mouth.
"Sam, you need to rest." Aleks told me sternly. He had a kind, soft smile on his face as he gently pushed me back onto my bed.
"Fine..." I sighed. I curled up idea the soft plush blankets. "Will you cuddle me though?"
"In a minute." Aleks said. He left the room, then came back minutes later with a glass of water. He got into bed with me and curled up next to me, throwing his arm around me.
I snuggled into him, loving the warmth that radiated off of him. He was like my own personal space heater.
"Get some sleep." Aleks said softly. He rubbed his hand up and down my back. I shivered from a chill and snuggled deeper into him.
"Okay..." I sighed in defeat. There was no use on fighting Aleks on the subject when I only felt like shit and would prove him right. I took a few sips of my water to cool my throat before curling back against Aleks.
I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes. I focused on listening to his heartbeat and drifted off to sleep. I knew he'd take care of me and make me better by Christmas.
