Club 09 (Narry)

Three

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The week went by faster than I would have want it to and soon my personal me-time was over. I must say, I loved to have some time for myself for once. I enjoyed having a day of rest and not having to worry about anyone but me. Of course I still thought about Nate. I think about Nate all the time. His debt was paid the day after I got the message, and until now I still hadn't received a new message saying he got himself in more trouble, so for as far as I knew, everything went by smoothly.

It was Friday when Liam called in sick, saying he couldn't make it out of bed. I felt bad for him, seeing he was not only a colleague, but also a friend. He texted me, asking if I could stop by later that day with some medication and of course I told him that it wasn't problem.

So, with that being said, I drove off to the pharmacy and bought the needed pills before going to Liam's house.

I rang the bell and waited a few minutes before the door was opened. Liam stood in front of the door, a fluffy looking brown blanket wrapped completely around his upper body. He was still wearing his pyjamas, loose fitting pants covering half of his feet as he stood in the opening of the door. "Hey, Ni," he said, voice thick and groggy.

He let me in and closed the door immediately, making the warm air from inside engulf me. "I got you your medication," I spoke before handing him the small container with tiny pills in it. He smiled weakly and thanked me while walking back into his living room. I took the opportunity to look around the house, noticing how messy it was in here.

No wonder he's sick.

Instead of commenting on how gross I found it inside, I sat myself down on the couch and watched as Liam took a pill in the kitchen and walked back to the living room. He sat down on the far end of me and went back to being in a fetus position, curled up in a ball.

I felt bad for him. He truly looked terrible. "You can stay if you want, but I'd say don't come too close to me. Doctor said it could be contagious and I don't want you feeling as bad as I do," he told me as he rested his head on the arm of the couch.

A sympathetic smile formed on my lips and I sighed as I stood up and kneeled down in front of his face. I placed my hand on his forehead and on his neck, feeling the hot skin burn on my warm hand. "You're burning up, Li. Maybe you shouldn't be under this fluffy blanket?" I suggested.

I've never been good with being sick. When I was younger and still lived with my parents, I used to get sick very often. But throughout my teen years, I build up a stronger immune system, making it almost impossible for me to get very ill. It's been years since I really had been sick and feeling under the weather. Sure, once in a while I had a cold, but it was never bad or I never needed to really stay inside because of my illness.

Liam chuckled softly and shook his head. "I know you're trying to help, but when you're ill, you shouldn't take ice cold baths and such. Your skin feels warm, but inside you feel as if you're freezing. Believe me, Ni, staying inside and keeping myself warm will already do the trick," he explained to me before coughing a few times in his hands.

It wasn't nice seeing you friend ill, but I couldn't change a thing about it.

I stayed with him for as long as I could until it was time for my shift at the bar and I didn't have any other choice. "Be good for me, love. Don't make a mess and don't forget Louis. It's going to be quite a long night," Liam smiled lazily at me. "Oh, and thanks for taking over my shift, too, by the way. I owe you again."

My hand squeezed his warm one a bit tighter and I smiled down at him. "Don't worry, bro. I got you covered," I told him before letting go of his hand and walking to the hall. "Call me if you need anything, and then I mean anything."