The Break Up Plan

6: DOCTOR FUN

I'm sick.

I hate being sick.

I don't even know what I have, probably some sort of flu, I have a headache, a sore throat, a runny nose, a fever and a turning stomach. I've thrown up three times this morning already.

Marie has been in and out of my room today. The sweetheart didn't take her a day off so she could take care of me.

She gave me chicken soup, I threw it up. Green tea, that went up too. Its even hard to keep water down. I feel like my stomach has been through the washing machine, wrung and hung to dry.

There's a knock on my door and Marie pokes her head in, "sweetheart, someone's here to see you"

"Mrghgeyug" I groan and bury my face in the pillow underneath me.

My hair is damp and looks like a racoon's nest was attacked by badgers, my eyes are red and blotchy, my breath reeks, I haven't taken a shower and I stink of sweat, vomit and mucus. So yeah, I'm totally ready for visitors.

She closes the door, going to bring whoever it is up. Probably one of the girls.

I struggle to push myself up but apparently I'm weaker than I thought, I fall back on the bed with an oomph. I give up, Chelsea or whoever it is will have to drag me from my bed into the shower.

The door opens and I brace myself for the fussing that's sure to come.

"You look like shit."

I groan, of all people to see me like this, it had to be Cole.

"Wafoyuwa" my face is still buried in the pillow.

He chuckles and I feel the bed dip as he sits, "well I came to be tutored but I don't think that's going to happen today"

Crap! I completely forgot.

"Icanfuforyofoday" I mumble causing him to laugh.

Well I'm glad one of us is amused.

"You should probably take a shower, you stink"

Well aren't you the charmer? Way to make a girl feel special.

"Icansdanup"

He stands up and crouches in front of me, I turn to face him and he smiles sweetly and brushes the damp hair away from my forehead. "Hi" he whispers.

I manage a weak smile, "hi"

He takes my arm and helps me up to a sitting position. After much effort, when I manage to stand up, he comments, "you have a fever"

"Seriously? You know I never noticed wow, thanks Doctor"

He rolls his eyes, "remember to wash that sarcasm off in the shower"

I sigh, "sorry I just feel like shit"

"Look like it too" he adds, causing me to glare at him.

I enter the shower and try to decide between the shower and jacuzzi. The jacuzzi is way more inviting and I can relax in it.

But there's an eighty five percent chance that I'll fall asleep and drown in my own jacuzzi.

Shower it is.

I step out of the shower feeling clean and refreshed, I wrap a fluffy blue towel around my body and another one round my freshly washed and conditioned hair.

I put on a pair of shorts and one of Tyler's old sweatshirts.

I let my hair dry by itself, hanging down my back.