Dare (Shameron)

Chapter Eight

The next morning

I wake up with a huge headache and a sore body. I tried to get up but then I can feel something on my forehead. Also I can't move much because it hurts, not a lot but it hurts. I hear the water running in the bathroom turn off and see someone come out a minute later. The closer the figure got I realized who it was.

"Hey Cameron, you're feeling okay?" Shawn says concerned.

"Just a headache and feeling sore." He nods.

"You had a high fever so I used a small towel with lukewarm water to put on your forehead." I lightly chuckled.

"Tha-thank you." He nods and smiles and starts looking through his cabinet. I slowly look around and it's still dark out. "Shawn?"

"Yeah?"

"What time is it?" He has a small pill bottle and takes two pills out.

"5:29. I woke up hearing you groan like at 3:18. I checked your temperature and it was 103.2. I got worried and I put that towel on you. I woke you up to give you a Tylenol pill with water. Don't know if you remembered because you had your eyes closed. So I kept an eye on you, checked your temperature twice, re-rinsed the towel three times, and making sure your pillow was comfortable for you. But your pillow sucks so I used mine on you. But it seems like you're a bit better now."

Shawn stayed awake for more than two hours for me. He looks really tired too. I wanted to cry because I never had someone this caring. Except my mom and sister but it's been years since I saw them. But I cried.

"Thank you Shawn." I say slowly. He grabs my hand and rubs it.

"You're welcome. Now take these pills." I slowly reached for it and he chuckles. "Never mind. I got it. But at least you're better than the first time."

He puts the pills on my mouth and slowly poured water on my mouth. After I took the pills I try to turn my neck but it hurts.

"Man I hate my bed."  I say slightly annoyed.

Shawn chuckles.

"You want to sleep on mine? I don't know about you but my bed is comfy."

"I know. It is." He looks at me confused. Then I feel my cheeks burning. It's not the fever but I hope Shawn thinks it is.

"You were on my bed?" He asked. I looked at him nervously and embarrassed.

"I went on it yeah." I say. Not mentioning that I was going through his stuff of course. He chuckles and helps me up gently. I noticed his hair was a bit wet. "You showered?"

"Uhh yeah." He says.

I got on Shawn's bed and I felt a slight ease of pain.

"Better?"

"Much."

After thirty minutes I start to feel better. Shawn grabbed my bed sheets but he didn't say why but went downstairs where there's a laundry down there and told me he'll be back. Then I smelled something weird. And noticed that the shirt I'm wearing isn't the one I wore before I went to sleep. Shawn comes in with my bed sheets. I slowly got up and looked at him.

"Shawn? Did I throw up?" He stops and slowly put the basket on my bed.

"Uh yeah. You did, a couple minutes after I woke up." I sighed.

"And that's why you took a shower." He nods. Oh my god I am so freaking embarrassed. I covered my face and was about to get up.

"Hey hey you were sick. You couldn't help it. It's okay. Just lay back down." He said in serious tone.

It was almost 6:30 and Shawn went on the bed with me.

"You don't mind right?" He asks.

"No. I don't mind having a hot guy next to me." Why did I say that?!

"Shut up." He says laughing.

Thank god it's Saturday. And I slept comfortably... With Shawn's arm around me. I slept happy.

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Short chapter but I haven't updated in weeks. I thought I had my schedule organized but I didn't think of the factors that could ruin it like my crazy family.

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