I don't care if your contagious

I dont care if you're contagious

I coughed, once again. The pain I felt currently was unbearable, and honestly I just wanted to go to sleep. I couldn't. When I get sick, it's mainly my sinuses.

When I try to sleep, I can't breathe through my nose. Breathing through my mouth would be my second option, but that makes my mouth dry and nobody likes that feeling.

Sneezing was the worst of all. I would sneeze really hard sometimes and things got disgusting. I just wish he wasn't on tour. Sometimes you need someone to hold you while your sick.

Someone who doesn't care if you're contagious, they'll still go out of their way to make sure you get better. Vic was always like that, but he isn't here.

I love that he's doing what he loves but I really just want him to give me hope that I will actually get better. I haven't gotten sleep this entire week.

Tissues covered the bed and floor, and I couldn't even clean it. I was weak. My body ached and, breathing was difficult.

I heard a noise downstairs, like the sound of a door shutting. I ignored it, maybe it was my sister.

"Beth, you awake" Vic's voice rang through my ears. My head shot up towards my bedroom door.

"Vic?" I asked. "Oh gosh Beth you okay"  his voice worried as he rushed to me.

"Just a common cold" I shrugged. "Common cold my ass, you're burning up" He said touching my forehead.

"Take some ibuprofen I'll be right back" He said, handing me the pill bottle.

I took the pill and waited for him to come back.

He returned with water, and sour patch kids. I smiled. "Vic what if you get sick?"

"I don't care, I'm helping you through this"

I feel better already.