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You're Sick

Drew: "You're shaking," Drew stated, when he woke up in the middle of the night to you shivering. "I'm-I'm so cold," you answered, wrapping as much of the cover around you as you possibly could. Drew reached over, and could feel your skin was burning up, "You must have caught whatever is going around. I'll go get you something for the fever." Drew was back in the room in a few minutes, tossing another cover on top of you, and handing you a glass of water and some medicine, "Here take this. Do you need anything else?" You smiled at him, while still shaking, "No, thanks for this." Drew sat next to you, as you took the medicine. "I'm going to make sure you get better as soon as possible. So let me know if you need anything."



Zach: "No more soup!" You begged, as Zach placed a steaming hot bowl of chicken noodle onto the tray in your lap. It was the only thing he had made you for 3 days now, and it was starting to make you feel worse. "It helps with the cold though," Zach explained, "And I just want you to feel better." It was hard not to smile at how sweet he was being, even if just the thought of soup made you feel sick. "I know you do, but unless I get real food into me soon, I'm never going to get better. Just make me a sandwich, please." Zach leaned across the bed, and kissed your cheek. "Okay, coming right up."



Alex: You had been sick for almost 7 days now, and you were finally beginning to feel better. So when your phone began to ring, for the first time in a week you felt well enough to get up and get it. "No, stay there, I'll get it for you." Alex said, jumping up from his spot on the couch next to you. "Alex, I am well enough to get my own phone." Alex continued to walk towards your phone, as he replied. "You've felt better for one day. You should still rest a little longer. It's not a big deal, I can grab it." You understood where he was coming from, as much as you wanted to do anything but rest for one more day. "Fine, I'll just lay here and rest today. Tomorrow though, I want to go into town." Alex nodded softly to you, as he handed you your phone. "Sure. Tomorrow."



Robert: "I hate being sick!" you complained, your voice not sounding at all like it normally would. "You sound awful,' Robert said, pointing out the obvious. "I know I do. My nose is so stuffed up, I look awful, and my head hurts so badly. I know all of those things already, you don't have to point them out." Robert leaned over towards you after your small rant, and kissed you gently. "You don't look awful. And you're sick, it's okay to sound weird." You shook your head, "I just feel so gross. And don't kiss me. You don't need to get sick also." "I don't care. I'll probably catch it anyway. Please stop being so hard on yourself. You're sick, it's okay." A small smile found it's way onto your face after his words. "I still feel awful, but thanks for being so sweet. It does makes this slightly better."



Austin: "Austin, you have a concert in 2 hours. You need to go," you stated, as Austin asked you for the 20th time if you needed anything else. He had been running around the room, making sure everything was perfect for you before he left, for over an hour now. "I just don't want to leave, and right after you realize you need something. Are you sure you're okay?" You nodded your head, "Yes, I promise I'm okay. Just go." Austin was hesitant to leave you, that was clear on his face, but he really had no choice. "Okay, I'll go. Call though, if you need anything. I can send someone over here." You nodded, and pulled the blanket on your lap over your shoulders, "Okay, I will."