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Sleep

Trying to cough loudly caused more pain to occur in the back of my throat, my nose continued to run no matter how many times I blew or rubbed it harshly with the mountain of tissues that formed next to me. Groaning I tried to adjust my position as I had managed to collect every pillow and cushion in my apartment to form some sort of support and avail this blockage in my sinuses.

My phone continues to ring just across from me but the ringing etches into my mind like a drill and all I want to do is throw it away but with the little energy I have I'm unable to even glance at it to see who is calling. A Tuesday morning, most are at work or studying which leaves few options to whom my mysterious caller could be, and if luck should have it the one I'm suspecting then today may slowly get worse. Struggling to fight the urge to close my eyes the ringing continues to deafen me as I drift off back into sleep, barely able to breathe through my nose resulting in awful snores that sound like thirty zippers being done up before entering the outdoors, something I won't be doing for a few days at the least. 

A vague bang interrupted my less than peaceful sleep, and my head continued to spin as I tried multiple times to get my legs out of the tangled mess of sheets that continued to circle around me. Eventually my feet felt the cold floorboards beneath them, spreading a chill through my body as I groaned and forced myself up, clinging to the wall as I did just to catch my breath. The walk that usually took less than a minute felt like it would never end, the knocking continued but I had barely any energy to tell them to stop. 

Just as I got out of my room the door began to move, and before I had the chance to respond he walked in, looking around with concern before his eyes landed on my current state. Sighing I began to wander back towards my one source of comfort but his following footsteps meant the walk would be less pleasurable. A soft hand met mine as I held the blanket around me with one hand whilst the other was held in his causing me to have to look him in the eyes. His soft brown eyes were filled with worry as he examined my face, the redness around my nose, how raw my mouth had become, how sunken my eyes appeared and the birds nest that was called hair on top of my head. Half smiling to him I tried to let out a laugh but failed due to the coughing fit that followed, draining me of the energy that remained. 

Holding the blanket closer my legs began to feel weak and he could tell, the way he looked at me said more than words could've. "You're ill, aren't you?" Raising his eyebrow to me as I shook my head in response, he wasn't falling for it, who could? 

"I'm, I'm" Struggling to speak through a blocked nose everything sounded mumbly, unclear syllables. Exhaling loudly to attempt talking like a normal person he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "doing okay." Nodding, I tried to convince myself, more so than him. "I'm alright Cal, just get on with your day as I know you have things to do." Again I nodded, motioning for him to go but he stood his ground, he hesitated as he glanced to the door but then back at me. 

"You're ill and as your friend it is my duty to look after you." My legs could barely support me and I fell down, collapsing into the ice cold floor. He swore under his breath and I felt a pair of arms around me, supporting me. Holding me close I wrapped the blanket tighter around myself, trying to hide the shivering from him even in this close of a proximity. 

I could hear his footsteps as I shut my eyes, wanting nothing more than to sleep now, rest alone and wait for this to pass. "I don't want you getting sick." I kept mumbling to his chest but he protested continuously, and eventually we came to my room. 

The smell of cotton was evident, I could barely smell anything but his mumbles and vague glances to the mountain of tissues, the unmade bed and the collection of mugs that grew on my shelves was enough for him to see and understand. "You could've called." He spoke up as he placed me down in bed, moving the sheets away before wrapping me back into them, feeling the warmth creep back into my skin I sighed with contentment and saw he was still watching me. 

"Like I said, I didn't want you to get sick." Yawning I curled further into my cocoon. "Plus, you have too much to do as it is, with the band and all." Weight was added to the bed and I felt it dip slightly and turning he sat nearby, his arm outstretched towards mine beneath the covers. 

He smiled softly to me before proceeding to lie down by me, no matter how much I protested. "You're my best friend, I'm sure I can justify getting sick for a short while." He laughed and opened his arm for me. 

Eventually after some dither I moved closer to him, opening the layers of fabric for him to join me. Resting my head against his chest I felt at ease, I focused on his breathing in hope I could loosen my throat. Sniffing I heard him mumble my name and he passed me my tissues, thanking him I blew my nose before closing my eyes. 

Some lyrics were sang sweetly as he stroked my mess of a hair style, smiling I silently thanked him before drifting off to sleep. "I'm not going anywhere," The last thing I heard him mumble. "because I love you."