Nelly's P.O.V.
I don't want to do anything, because it could just all be the treatment. Which sucks because I think I might actually have real feelings for him.
I could be getting signals wrong though. He could've just tried to sleep with me, just to sleep with me. I kinda just want him near me, right now. I feel really tired and scared.
When I came out of the bathroom to find a girl topless on his bed, it made me feel like an intruder. Maybe, he sent her out to cover it up. Maybe I'm overthinking everything.
I slowly wake up from our nap. Feeling him kiss the back of my head, I turn towards him slightly.
"Hey, sleepyhead." He smiles.
"Mm-mm." I grumble.
"Mhm." He chuckles. He sits up. "Come on. Sit up with me." He says, helping me up.
"Mmmmm, why?" I groan.
"Gotta eat. See what we can do to get you healthy again." He explains as I lean my back against his torso.
"Doctor said about 2-3 weeks, but I've been too tired to follow the diet plan." I grumble.
"The doctor give you a paper?" He looks at me and asks.
"Uh huh." I nod.
"Where?" He asks. I point to my bag, in the hallway. "Okay, hold on. Hold yourself up for a second."
"Mm-mm." I say and fall back, on the bed as soon as he gets up. He sighs looking at me and grabs my bag.
"Okay, let's see what we have here." He says as he sits back on the bed, leaning me back against him. Putting the bag on my lap, he opens it.
"Not that." I say as he takes my sketch book out.
"Okay." He mumbles and sets that aside.
"Here." I say and get it out.
"Okay. Let's see." He says, unfolding the piece of paper. He reads it and I start falling back to sleep.
I feel him kiss the top of my head. Softly rocking me, he covers me up more.
Dom's P.O.V.
I held her while she slept, but I didn't sleep. I was too afraid I'd hurt her on accident. She slept for a few hours. She must be really exhausted. Her body needs a lot of rest.
When she woke up her hair was so messy, but still noticeably soft. Her pale face, had rosy cheeks. Her eyes had high contrast from the green and brown, in her hazel eyes. Her nose pink.
I knew I had to take care of her. She was too frail to take care of herself. I was ready to do it.
When she fell back asleep, I looked in her sketch book. She had sketches of me in it. Looking at the sketches, I could see the time she started getting sick. Lighter touches. Unfinished works. Less detailed.
Some of the sketches were from awhile ago. Overall, they were all museum worthy. She should sell these. We'd get good money for them.
I kiss the top of her head and cover her up more, as I gently rock her. She was so easily cold. I put her stuff back in her bag, and set it on the floor.
Setting it on the floor, I see something fall out of it. I pick up the small square, reading the back of it.
'Dom smiling from actually being happy, without being high.'
I turn it around and see a photo of me, from when we first moved here. Right after we landed, from our flight. I smile a little bit and put it on her bag, then turn and hold her as we lay together. I slowly fall asleep.
