G/T Adventures

A Virus: Part Two

I may want to turn this into a full story sometime. I don't know for sure.

Lynn sat silently, staring at the T.V. and watching the news, hoping that there would be anything about the progress of the cure. So far there was nothing, but she could only hope. 

A loud thud snapped her attention from the T.V. to the stairs. "Blake?" She called out, pushing herself to her feet and ran up the steps. When she arrived at the bedroom, she opened the door to find Blake lying on the floor, groaning in pain and curled into himself. "Blake!" 

Lynn hurried over to her husband, taking his diminished form in her arms. "Are you okay, what happened?!" She laid him back on the bed, placing her large fingers on his cheek with a worried frown. 

"I-I didn't feel as weak today, I-I thought I could maybe walk and join you downstairs. B-But when my feet touched the floor it felt like needles being stuck into the soles of my heel." Blake whispered, meeting his wife's gaze with a pained expression. "I-I hate this. I want to be able to be with you and not feel like this." 

"Oh, Blake...I'd rather you be lying in bed than up and hurting yourself," Lynn said softly, wrapping her arms around him gently and pulling him onto her lap. 

"I'm sick of laying in bed." Blake pushed himself away from her with a scowl, again sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at the floor below. Inhaling deeply through his nose and he pushed himself down. Again as soon as his feet touched the floor, pain shot through both of his feet and he struggled to remain upright. 

"You're hurting yourself," Lynn spoke worriedly, watching her miniaturized husband stand on wobbly legs. "Do you want help?"

In all truth, he did. But he felt helpless, weak, relying on her the way he did. So he only shook his head and tried to take a few steps. His large shirt fell off one of his shoulders, hanging partway down his arm. The bottom of the shirt went to his shins. It felt more like a nightgown rather than his own pajama shirt. 

Lynn felt just as helpless as Blake did. She knew he was in pain. She knew he felt terrible. And she could do nothing but wait for science to catch up and find a cure to help everyone affected by this sickness. Slowly she reached out and placed a hand on his arm. "Dear, please-" She was interrupted by a sharp crack, Blake's hand smacking hers away and leaving a stinging pain in the back of her fingers.

He felt bad for hitting her, and swinging his arm set him off balance. His arm stretched out to steady himself on the bed but he missed, his wife's arms circling him from behind. "L-Lynn I'm-"

"Shut up. Please, just shut up. Stop playing this 'I'm okay' fake act!" Lynn pleaded, tears in her eyes as she stared down at her husband. "I-I can't handle this, I want you to stay safe! I don't want you to be hurt but you k-keep pretending to be tough!"

Blake lowered his head and gave in to her comforting hold, placing his head neatly on her shoulder. "Don't cry, Lynn. Please. I'm sorry, I'll stop." 

Blake wrapped his arms around her to the best of his ability, cringing in pain as he struggled to move his arms again. "Blake, please just stay in bed," Lynn whispered softly to her husband, her arms delicately lowering him back onto the mattress. 

Not wanting to upset her anymore, Blake silently nodded his head in agreement and curled into the warmth of the bed. The bottom's of his feet still stung, and his whole body felt like it was being tied down with bricks. A cure is the only thing he wants now.