Shot in the Dark

In sickness and in health

Isabelle POV

Any form of sympathy I felt towards James last night was long gone. I decided to blame last nights lack of hatred on exhaustion. I led in my bed thinking about everything that happened yesterday as my temperature sky rocketed. I was shivering in my bed, but the sweat was pouring off me. I wasn't surprised in the slightest that I gotten a fever. I kept replaying his words over and over in my head till I could probably recite them without thinking. I put his present to good use and locked myself in my room, being too angry to see his face.

"Princess? Are you okay in there?" James knocked on the door for about the tenth time.

"Just get the hint and leave me alone!" I screamed back, causing me to cough in the process.

"Princess I know you're ill, please open the door." He pleaded with me.

"I wonder why I'm ill James. Maybe due to the fact you abandoned me in an airport in the pouring rain. Ring any bells?"

"I'm sorry, just please open the door." I heard him slide down the door, probably siting against the frame.

I tried to get up and lift myself off the bed, but failed miserably. I physically couldn't get out of bed, so either way I couldn't open the door. Feeling slightly worried I called out for James.

"James? James, are you still there?"

"Yes"

"I can't get out of bed, I can't get up." Worry laced my voice. James automatically picked up on it.

"Isabelle, I have a spare key but I promised myself that I would never break into your room again. Do you want me to open the door?"

I slightly hesitated before replying "You can open it."

James POV

The colour was drained from her face with sweat evident on her forehead, but her body was shaking slightly. She looked ill, really ill. Walking up to her, placing my hand on her head, she was burning up.

"Princess, have you taken any tablets?"

She shook her head, "No I couldn't get up they are in the cupboard above the sink." She pointed to her ensuite door that was slightly ajar.  Her cupboard was so very organised that I found the tablets in seconds, not that I'm exactly surprised. Picking up her drink from the side I handed her the tablets with the water, and sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

"Thanks" she muttered.

Trying to make light of the situation I commented "For the tablets or getting you ill?"

She glared at me, "Definitely not the latter."

She was wearing her emotions on her sleeve right now, I imagine it was because she was ill. She was angry. I imagine if she could move right now there would have been no way in hell would she have let me in, or even spoken to me for that matter.  Either that or I would be six feet under. Which one I'm not too sure yet.

I stayed in her room all day, fetching things for her and bringing her food as she was in and out of sleep. The fever seemed to have slightly reduced, but not by much. I was led on her bed next to her on my phone, I was convincing myself that I needed to stay and watch her because I was the reason that she was ill. I was mid texting Alec when I noticed that she was shaking, softly touching her shoulders I felt how cold she was. Not wanting to wrap her in blankets that would probably cause her to overheat I lifted her up placing her on my lap, wrapping my arms around her to keep her warm. Her eyes fluttered open before they quickly closed again as she fell back to sleep.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

So my lovely readers what do you think so far??

-T