author's note: This is my first story on Wattpad, so I hope it's good!!! :)
Robbie had been taking care of me for a couple of days now. I had some sort of the flu; I felt nauseous but couldn't throw up, my head was currently dealing with the universe's all-time biggest headache, and I felt like I had been sent back in time to the ice age, meaning I'm freezing. In short, I was miserable.
I was curled up on the couch, knees to my chest.
"Ash? Ashtyn, where are you?" Robbie calls from the other side of the house. My eyes are closed, but I can hear him walking towards the living room. Suddenly, I feel his eyes boring onto me. I open my eyes, and see him peering at me from over the top of the couch, a small grin on his face. "You're not in bed. Why?" He raises one eyebrow.
I close my eyes again, and curl up even tighter. "It wasn't comfortable," I try to say through a yawn. I'm exhausted. I've slept maybe five hours in the past three days. I just can't sleep, even though I feel as though I'm about to pass out every couple of seconds, which is pretty much every time I yawn.
I can hear his feet moving away from the couch and down the hall...a door opening...a door closing...his footsteps back down the hall. " I know you're cold, but I can't give you a very thick blanket, or your temperature will go up. This'll have to do for now," he says as I feel him pulling a blanket over me.
I open my eyes again as he starts walking away. "Wait, I'm still cold, Robbie," I say as I look at his retreating back.
He stops, and turns around. He smirks, and says, "I said that the blanket I just gave you would have to work until your temperature goes down." His face softens. "I can't do much more, but would you like me to do anything else? I'll get you something if you're hungry or thirsty."
I can feel my face turning bright red. "Um, do you think you could lay with me under the blanket?"
He smiles, and laughs softly. "Sure. If that's what you want." He walks back to the couch and gets under the blanket with me. His arms snake around my waist, and he pulls me closer. I turn over so my face is buried in his chest. I can hear his heart beating. His rhythmic breathing pattern was starting to lull me into the sleep that had evaded me for more than seventy-two hours. Heat was practically radiating off of him from my perspective, which wasn't helping me stay awake.
Robbie kissed my forehead, and whispered," I love you."
That was the last thing that I heard before I slipped into the darkness that I had been begging to wash over me for what seemed like an eternity.
Author's note: Sooooo, I REALLY hoped you guys liked it. Again, this is my first story, so if it wasn't that good, I'll get better. If there are any mistakes, I wrote this around midnight, and I was extremely tired by the end of it, so ya. Luv ya for reading!!
