I don't care if your contagious

I did get you sick.

I sighed, opening my eyes stretching as the sun peered through my windows. Vic laid there, peacefully sleeping. I smiled.

I wish I was as good to him as he was to me. Vic is always here when I need him, and I never am.

Sometimes I think he deserves someone better than I. Someone who could take care of him. Someone to treat him like a king.

"Bethany?" Vic groaned. I looked over at him, he looked pale. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked touching his forehead.

He was hot, like fire. "I don't feel good" he mumbled. "You have a fever....... Vic I got you sick" I said.

"I don't care, as long as you're feeling better" he smiled weakly. I sighed, "the medicine is on the nightstand. I will be right back" I said. 

I through on some pants and a tank top. I hopped down the stairs and slid on my shoes, grabbing my wallet and keys.

I got in my car and drove to wallgreens. I got Gatoraid, and a fever reducing pill. I paid, and hurried to my car.

As soon as I got home, I heard the sound of Vic vomiting. "Shit" I muttered, running up the stairs.

As soon as I got to him, he was laying down groaning. I handed him the bag and sat next to him.

"Vic are you pregnant?" I asked, jokingly as he took the pill. He looked at me shocked. "Bethany, are you serious" he said.

I smiled, laying back. He laid his head on my stomach. "It hurts" he said like a baby, pointing to his stomach.

I smiled playing with his hair. "You definitely didn't get this from me" I said. He nodded, groaning because his head hurt.

I continued to play with his hair until he fell asleep. I decided to sleep as well. I didn't get much of it this week.

What's the harm?