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Chapter Forty Five

Over the week, I've been busy with work and Harry's been with Cal and Jeff a bit. Harry had decided on going to a baseball game and I wanted to go, but I'm not feeling the best at all. I've been itching my stomach all morning, I'm still working at the studio, so I just have made sure to wear bigger shirts to not irritate the bumps.

I made a doctors appointment since I was planning to go anyway for my normal checkup. As I waited impatiently in the lobby, Harry texted me a few times making me roll my eyes.

Harry: Hiiii baby. X

Harry: Malesha said she'd make sure Bear gets to Tyler.

I completely forgot to make sure that she had everything. Tyler offered to put Bear through training to help with my anxiety. Considering that I'm away from home and the camp that I wanted him in was there, Tyler offered and then would take him hunting to train him.

To Harry: Thank you, I'm at the doctors right now. I'll call you when I'm done babe.

"Savanna Barwick?" My attention shot up as my name was called and I locked my phone.

I dropped my phone into my purse and walked to a room behind her.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" She raised an eyebrow as she checks my pulse.

"I've had a breakout in red bumps on my stomach and they won't stop itching." She nodded to me before writing it down in the file and closing it.

"He'll be right in after his current patient." She smiled before leaving with the file.

I played on my phone for a few minutes before I could hear the door being opened to reveal my doctor.

"So, red bumps? Is that correct?" Dr.Padlock clarified.

"Yes, they've actually spread to my back from my belief, but I also can't see so." I shrugged before he called for an assist.

I tugged up my shirt and the assist observed the bumps as well before he moved to check my back. As he moved to the front of me, he put his hands on my neck before he looked at me curiously.

"Have you had a sore throat?"

I paused to think before I realized that yesterday morning I woke up with a sore throat.

I nodded to him before he dismissed the assist and I took a seat, so he continued looking at my ears and throat. His facial expressions gave me a gut of nervousness before he spoke up.

"You have strep throat, it's still early though. I'm glad you caught it before it was worse."

I groaned mentally as he wrote out two prescriptions for me. I thanked him and went to make a follow up and pay. When I headed to drop the prescriptions off, I called Harry.

"Hey baby, how did everything go?" I could hear how happy he was.

"Well, looks like it's strep and I won't be going anywhere for a while."

"Is that what those bumps are?"

"Yeah, they are a reaction from the inflammation." I sighed to him while I drove to the house.

"Well, go home and rest. I'll pick up some dinner and head home, okay?"

"Don't you leave that game because of me."

"I'm already on my way to the car, so don't argue with me. You're sick and I need to be with you."

I decided to not argue with him, but waited until I could get my medicine. I picked it up and made it back not too long before Harry arrived. He walked in with a bag and I could tell it was Mexican and I was so excited. For some reason, I've been on Mexican food craze these past few weeks.

I took my medicine and laid in bed after dinner, Harry kept trying to cuddle and I wouldn't let him.

"I'm not getting you sick when you plan to visit your family soon and have a tour to get back to." He whined at my statement before pulling me to him.

"Just let me hold you, I won't kiss you." He dramatically sighed and I rolled my eyes at him.

Harry spent every day taking care of me and tried to stay home as much as possible to help me. As the days went by, I felt myself getting better and I couldn't have been more happy.

That's where I went wrong.

I was attempting to make myself breakfast and in the process, I got so nauseous that I passed out. Harry heard me fall and carried me upstairs as I was drained of any color in my face, but I really needed to do some unfinished business.

"I'm going to get some groceries. Call me if you need anything." I rolled my eyes as he was in such a hurry to get back.

While I sat in bed alone, Ashton began FaceTiming me.

"Hello my lover." I said in a ridiculous voice making her laugh.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better than I was. Aren't you sick too?" I raised an eyebrow to her.

"Yes, I promise it happens to us every time." She groaned at the true statement.

"It means we are meant to be."

"Well my soulmate, when do you plan to come home?" I raised my eyebrows to think making her laugh before clicking out to check my calendar.

"Okay, so Harry leaves the twenty first and I originally was going with him but I'm thinking about going home. I just need some me time, you know?" I explained to her.

"I completely understand, have you talked to him?"

"I mentioned it, but I feel like there's something I'm not aware of."

"You think he's hiding something?"

"Sort of, I just can't put my finger on it." I shrugged and she nodded.

"Maybe he's wanting to take another step in your relationship?" I glared at her.

"Don't even get my hopes up like that."

"Babe, I'm home!" Harry's voice rang.

"I'll call you later, love you." I smiled to her.

We ended the call and I pushed the covers off to walk downstairs to see Harry discarding the groceries. I walked behind him to wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my head against his back.

"How are you feeling baby?" He spoke as he turned around to embrace me in his arms.

"Better than this morning." I mumbled against his chest with a sigh.

"Have you finished your medicine?" I nodded to him and he kissed my forehead.

"Perfect, now I talked to your mum this morning." I looked up at him in confusion at why he spoke to my mom. "She was asking if we'd be coming to your home to see them, I decided when I fly home to let you go so her."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, besides I have to see certain family members and it'll be a crazy time that I'm there. You need to relax and keep recovering." I nodded to him, I won't win this battle since he's right.

"So when am I leaving?"

"You'll fly out this Monday morning, I can get you a private flight if-"

"No, I'm not flying on a private plane unless I'm with you."

"Okay," he sighed in defeat before looking into my eyes, "You can join me whenever you want after you spend at least a few weeks with them."

"Deal." I nodded to him.

"Now, let's get you packing." He laughed pushing me towards the stairs.