L O V E ll A Collection of Short Stories To Warm Your Heart (*╹▽╹*)

Ill

Note: I swear, the title keeps getting worse and worse😅.

"This is why I told you not to sleep late," I scolded at him.

"Can we skip the scolding.." He said weakly. He was sick these past few days, and it finally got worse. It was a weekend, so I decided to check up on him. By check up, I meant scold him.

"You're so annoying," I grumbled, while rinsing the washcloth before putting it back on his forehead. He was really warm, and I didn't like that. "You need to rest 24/7, mister."

"Yeah..."

"Have you eaten?" I asked him when I noticed a bowl of porridge lying on the floor.

"Not really..."

I went to check and saw that the porridge had not been touched at all. "You need to eat now!" I ordered, bringing him the bowl.

"Just because you're sick, doesn't mean I'll fe--"

He gave me his puppy eyes, and I couldn't believe that I fell for it.

"I hate you," I said, while I was feeding him a spoonful of porridge. He seemed to get a headache everytime he moved, so I put another pillow under his head and told him to just keep on facing me.

"Thanks," he said, while giving me a smile. That smile was so precious, but I couldn't help but feel worried about him. He looked like he was under much pain underneath the smile.

"Hey, tell you what, I'll make you soup tomorrow, and I'll bring it here."

"Mhm.. That sounds nice," he said, while eating another spoonful of porridge. "Sorry for being such a bother."

"That's why don't get sick."

"It's amazing how my mom let you into my room, just the two of us," he said, trying to change the topic.

"Well, you're sick, and it's not like I'm going to do anything to you like that--"

...

"It's not what you think! I didn't mean it in any weird way! I wasn't thinking of anything at all!" (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

"Okay..." He laughed, which ended up causing him to cough a lot.

"Gee, here drink this," I grabbed hom a bottle of water. I know that it might seemed like I was spoiling him too much, but I was worried out of my mind at that time. His body temperature was off the charts.

I spent most of the day just accompanying him by his side, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, he finally got some sleep.

He looked so peaceful as he slept, and thankfully, his fever also seemed to be going down.

"Gee, you always do this kind of things," I said underneath my breath. I bent my face over him, and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"I love you," I told him.

I tidied up his room, and then said my goodbyes to his family. I went to the market to buy the ingredients for the soup, and I cooked the soup the next morning.

I packed it into a metal food container and brought it to his home. He was still quarantined to his room, but he smiled immediately at the sight of me.

"Hey," he said, sounding much better than yesterday.

"Hey," I said before laughing. "Here's your soup, mister."

"I know, come on, I can't wait to eat your cooking."

I smiled, happy knowing that he was already better. "My Special Soup of Overcoming Fever coming right up!"

"Alright!"

Fin.