Fallen For Good

Chapter 20

Rest of the night passed in blur and he left me at the door of my room, not before reminding me to get his schedule ready for tomorrow. Next day passed in business deals and meetings and soon we were back. Week passed and i got used to my work. Him odering and me compling to his demands. But everytime he said my name or looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes my heart skipped a beat. Daniel called me sometimes, we were friends now, he was back to his work and the dinner never happened much to my relief.
It was like any other day, i reached his apartment with his schedule and his coffee. I got the key to his apartment and i allowed myself in and placed his belongings in the coffee table and waited for him. Minutes passed but he didn't show up. I sighed and walked upto his room and knocked the door. No response came, i knocked again, still no response. Without thinking i opened the door only to be greeted by darkness.
I searched for the switch in the dark, and after fumbling i clicked the switch. Light flooded in the room and a groaning came from the bed. He was covered in a blanket, his eyes closed shut. I tiptoed towards him.
"Dylan?"
He groaned again. He looked as if he was in pain and my heart clenched seeing him like that. I placed my hand on his forehead, it was burning! Shit!
I went to his bathroom and opened the cabinet looking for medicines. I found the paracetamol tablets and quickly got a glass of water.
"Dylan... please have the medicine" i kneeled beside his bed. He reached for it with shaking hands, i tried sitting him up so he could have the medicine. Once he was settled i got another blanket from his closet and draped him. I searched his phone for his doctor' s number. After telling the doc to come over, i sat beside his bed and waited.
The doctor came fast and after seeing his health prescribed medicine and bed rest.
He was sleeping again once the doctor left. I called the office and informed that he wont be able to come today and cancelled his meetings.
Seeing him sleeping, i went to the kitchen and started making a chicken soup, my mom always made me have this when i had a flu.
After i was done, i bought the soup to his room and saw him looking at the space.
"Hey! How are you feeling"
"Fine" he mumbled. I rolled my eyes. Sick or not still arrogant.
"I bought you some soup" i said and placed the tray on the bedside table.
I helped him to sit.
"Feed me" he ordered. Gawd! This man will be death of me!
I took tha tray and slowly fed him while he continued staring at me.
"After this you will have to take the medicine and take rest" i said.
"I am fine. I should go to office, i have meetings" he said.
"No you will not, i cancelled the meetings" i replied.
He gave me a glare which i brushed off.
He finished his soup and i gave him the medicine.
He made himself comfortable in the bed.
After sometime his eyes started closing "Stay!" He mumbled and then he slipped into a slumber.