Fix My Heart ( A Robert Downey Jr. Fanfic )

Chapter thirteen - Stay

How?

When?

Why?

There is no explanation, it just happened.

Even if I think it over and over the same reason will pop up, It's him and everything about him.

That's the only answer I managed to come up with to answer my questions. That's the only answer I would tell myself everyday and every night until I lose myself and become a hostage to my tragic love.

Love?

Is it Love?

Am I sure?

Yes I'm sure and no, it's not too soon.

Yes it is love 'cause I can feel it burning in my bones, a feeling that kills and brings life to my soul. A feeling that rips and heals my heart at the same time.

And then there is this voice again, screaming in my head.
'you'll suffer, he's not yours.'

He's not mine, He can't love me.

He's not mine, He can't love me.

He's not mine, but I'm adoring him anyways..

"Dammit! This is useless" I splashed cold water on my face, bringing myself to reality.

I heard him sneezing and coughing harshly, making me feel air rip off my lungs. I didn't want anything bad happen to him, what hurts him hurt me, I didn't wanna see him hurt or sick, like it was my duty to keep him happy and healthy.

After waking up, the symptoms of illness showed up on him, He caught a cold which turned into a nasty fever within a couple of hours. He's been taking painkillers and cough syrups all morning trying to cure what he's calling a flu so he can go the Sumo fight show.

I walked out of the bathroom and into the room, "Can you finish already! We need to arrive at least one hour prior to the event!" He said while standing up, rolling his shoulders, trying to boost energy to his body,
"You need to see a doctor you're getting worse." I opened a new box of tissues and handed it to him. "It's just a cold relax about it." He sniffled, shoving tissues into his messenger bag. "You're having a fever this not just a cold." I gazed at him with concern.

"Seriously Mella stop treating me like a kid. Put on your shoes we're going to this show." He whined and walked towards the the door. I rushed to the door to block his way, "No! we're not going anywhere today. You're staying in bed and I'll get a doctor." I said sternly, pointing at bed as I walked back to the phone, his wellness was all I cared about.

"Ah ah No! you're not calling a doctor and I'm NOT going to stay here all day." He replied matching the seriousness in my voice, "Robert! You can barely move, you lack the energy. Are you crazy! I'm not going to let you kill yourself. Now get back in bed I'm calling a doctor!" I commanded, with just enough bitterness in my voice to make him realize that I was serious. I would never be angry at him unless the situation was the matter of his health.

Robert rolled his eyes at me and walked back to bed,
"You're so bossy," he muttered as he laid his body slowly on bed, "You'll thank me later."

I dialed the reception desk's number and pressed the call button, "Hello? ...... yeah hi umm I was wondering if You can give me a doctor's number? .... yeah my friend is really sick .... that'll be great thank you ..... yes room 445 .... thank you so much ... bye." I hung up, "She'll call a doctor for us."
Robert huffed and messaged his temples, "You do know that I hate doctors right?" I smiled and nodded as an answer and sat on bed next to him placing my cold hand against his burning hot forehead. "You're temperature is rising, tell me how you feel?" I sighed in sympathy, I was worried sick.
"I'm good it's really not that bad you're just making a huge deal out of nothing." , "Robert." , "Ughh okay okay" He groaned, "I feel like sh*t and I really need a doctor, happy now?" , "No you're sick! how can I be happy?"