Chapter Twenty-Two
Christmas came up fast. That was both a good and bad thing. Good because that meant that I could see Ben. Bad because the stress of school was unbearable. But that didn't matter right now, I was home. My plane landed about twenty minutes ago, and I was waiting for Ben.
I checked my phone again. Nothing. I was waiting a little longer than Ben said he'd be. Truth be told, I was starting to get a little worried. I scanned the area again. Still no Ben.
I zipped up my jacket. It had stopped smelling like him shortly after he left New York, so I wanted him to wear it again. In order for that to happen, I had to see him first.
Where is he?
Just as I was dialing Ben's number, I saw him. I canceled the partial number from dialing and ran up to him. I embraced him into a hug.
"I'm sorry I'm late, but I'll make it up to you."
"No need, I'm just happy to be home." I pecked his lips.
***
I walked into the flat. I didn't realize how much I missed a building, but I did. Everything seemed foreign, but familiar. I put my bag in Ben's room.
Christmas was two days away, and we were going to Ben's parents tomorrow. I've never really spent Christmas with family, so we're doing baby steps. I was excited and nervous at the same time.
I walked into the living room and sat next to Ben on the couch. I was exhausted from my travels. I unzipped my jacket and offered it to Ben.
"It doesn't smell like you anymore." I said as he accepted the jacket. "I'm tired Ben, I'm going to go take a nap." I said yawning.
"Okay, I love you, sweet dreams." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
I got off of the couch and went back into the bedroom. I changed into fuzzy pajama pants and one of Ben's T-shirt's. I got under the covers and curled up. Normally it's hard for me to fall asleep without Ben, but I've been getting used to it-plus, I'm so tired, I could sleep naked in snow and I'd be fine.
I swiftly fell asleep.
***
I bolted to the bathroom. When I woke up, I felt sick, like I was going to throw up. I shut the door behind.
I made it just in time. I threw up, repetitively. I felt like I got hit with a bus it hurt so bad.
When I finally stopped, I heard a knock on the door.
"Emi, are you alright?" Ben's voice was muffled a little, but I still heard him.
"I don't know." I slurred.
"May I come in?"
"Yea," I said wiping my mouth.
I heard the door knob turn. I heard Ben's footsteps come by me. He knelt down next to me and rubbed my back.
"I think I might have the flu, it's been going around at school." I wiped sweat off of my forehead. I was freezing.
Ben felt my forehead, "You're burning up! Come on, I'll take you to bed." He helped me get off the floor.
I stumbled many times. I was leaning against Ben for stability. I was extremely dizzy, if Ben wasn't right there, I think I might have fallen over.
I toppled over onto the bed. I got under the covers, but I was still freezing. Ben draped more blankets over me. I shivered still.
Ben left the room, but returned shortly. He had a cup of tea and a damp towel. I sat up and accepted the tea. I sipped it. It was scolding hot, but it felt nice to drink. I set the tea on the night stand and laid back down. Ben put the towel on my forehead.
I slept the rest of the day.
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