Redemption

Chapter Ten

Song: Typhoon-Young the Giant

I had the worst luck in the entire world. Not because of the fact that I was stuck in my mother's house for a week. Or because my ex-fiance' was marrying my step-sister. Not even the fact that I had a slight crush on my fake boyfriend for the week; I've convinced myself that it's strictly physical. I was unlucky because I was currently camped out in the bathroom with the flu. I should have known, the curse was getting worse and worse. I didn't know how much more of the unnecessary mishaps I could handle.

    Elliot had been helping me all night and the entire morning; he never left my side. I woke up early in the morning, around two, my entire body aching. I could barely move when I woke up until finally I had no choice; I had to rush to the bathroom. I threw up several times before Elliot realized I wasn't in the bed. He sighed and pulled my hair up, his fingers skillfully pulled my hair into a loose bun. I couldn't begin to describe how thankful I was to have him there to help me through it.

    I couldn't manage to make it back to the bed on my own, so Elliot picked me up and sat me in bed. He searched the entire house for medicine and Sprite but had to go to the store. I was able to survive a while without him, but I felt sicker and sicker as the hours continued. I wasn't sure what had caused me to become so sick, it wasn't very cold outside. If it weren't for Elliot, I didn't know what would have happened.

    "Andy, you need to try to eat something. You just keep throwing up and there isn't anything in you." He said, kneeling beside me. My head was rested against the tub as I shivered. My fever broke only an hour ago, but I noticed it was quickly resurfacing.

    "I can't." I groaned, pulling my robe closer to my body. I kept shivering and Elliot noticed, his eyes were soft and I knew he felt bad. There wasn't anything he could do, it had to work it's course. He had helped as much as he could and that was enough, I was extremely thankful.

    "Andy, come here," I shook my head, closing my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to sleep for days; I was too exhausted. "Fine." I felt him scoot closer and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He pulled me into his lap and held me. I situated myself before resting my head against his shoulder. He was comfortable and warm, something that felt like heaven to me.

    "You're going to get sick." I managed to get out and coughed, my chest tightening. I hated being sick more than anything in the entire world. And for some reason, it seemed the world decided to hit me with everything in a week.

    "Nah, I have a good immune system. Plus, you need someone right now and I can't leave you by yourself."

    I looked up at him, "Don't you have that golf thing today?"

    "Yeah, I'm going to cancel. I'm not leaving you alone. And do not argue with me because I'm stubborn." I felt him press a kiss to my hair and sighed. I knew I wasn't going to win and I didn't have the energy to argue.

    "Can you take me to the bed, please? I can't get warm." I knew I sounded like a child, but I was drained of energy. It was getting worse as time passed, I couldn't lift my arms up to save my life. My head felt so heavy and I felt weak, something I hated.

    "Of course. Then I'm going to make you soup." He stood up without effort and strolled into the bedroom, settling me under the covers.

    "Thank you, Elliot. Really, I appreciate it." I said, burying my face into the pillow. I couldn't imagine how awful I looked at the moment, but Elliot didn't seem to mind. If he did, he didn't dare show it.

    "Of course, Andy, always. Now, what kind of soup do you want?" He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand rubbing my shoulder.

    "Anything. I'll be okay, though. Go golfing, get out of the house." I looked up at him just in time to see him roll his eyes. I glared at him and he only chuckled, smiling down at me.