The Forbidden Bite

Chapter 38: Two Sick Lads

I rolled over and found myself in Daniel's arms.  He wasn't stirring so I knew that he wasn't awake.  I snuggled further into him, as I opened my eyes.  My head pounded worse then any other hangover that I've ever had.  Whatever drug that the sick person put in my drink was strong. 

To strong for comfort.

I felt dizzy even though I was laying down and I felt as if my skull was bursting through the seams of my scalp.  Everything hurt even to my joints.  Daniel felt way to hot, and I was hoping that he would break his fever soon.  I couldn't go back to sleep because the intense pounding in my head.  Last night kept running through my mind as I felt a tear slip down my cheek.  I didn't want to imagine what might have happened if I wasn't able to fight him at all.  I stood up and got out of the bed.  I swayed on my feet as my head started spinning.

I stumbled to my backpack and pulled out Tylenol.  This was not strong enough to fight this hangover or whatever the hell it was.  I took three of the pills, and went back to bed.

"Are you sick as well?" I heard Daniel's rough voice as he put his hand on my forehead.

"I think."

I lied to him.  How was I supposed to tell him that while he was sick laying in bed, I decided to go get a drink.  In the process I met a man who wanted to assault me in the back of a club.  I was dying to tell him the truth but the part of me felt embarrassed, and ashamed.  Even though it wasn't my fault, part of it felt as if it was my fault.  I closed my eyes and snuggled into his arms.

"What's wrong?" He asked me as he stroked my hair with his comforting touch.  I just groaned in response to the question and snuggled deeper into his toned skin.  He ran his fingers down my back, and up my arm.  He traced circles around my upper arm, as I wrapped my arm around his waist to make sure he couldn't get away.   

"Beautiful, tell me what's wrong.  I can see it in your eyes," He said as he brought his hand back up to my head.  He twirled strands of my hair around his pointer finger.  I just melted into his touch, and sighed in comfort. 

"Jack, stop avoiding the question," He whispered with a croaky voice.  Suddenly, I was pulled out of my bliss and sat up.

"Nothing is wrong, I just don't feel the best.  It's nothing important," I said and he nodded.  He gave me a look as though he didn't believe me but was pretending to.  I wanted to kiss him on the lips but I knew that I wasn't sick and I didn't want to get sick.  He sat up, and I could tell that he didn't feel good.  He moaned as he coughed and held his throat.  I scooted next to him and wrapped my arm around him.

"What hurts?" I asked.

"Everything.  My head is pounding and my throat is sore.  When I swallow it feels like a knife is going down with my saliva.  I can't stop coughing and my nose is so stuffed that I can't breathe," He said and sniffed.  I kissed him on the cheek and went to the coffee machine to get him coffee.  The best part about expensive hotels is they have the best coffee in the room, sadly this isn't a expensive hotel.  He drank the coffee and he said his throat wasn't as scratchy.

"This sucks that I'm sick on the day we get into Los Angeles," He comments.

"That's our luck," I joked.  My headache was finally letting up just a tad.  

"I can run to a diner that I saw down the street and get pick up?" I offered and Daniel shook his head.

"I'll come with you."

"No, Daniel.  You need to stay here and relax.  Give your body a break," I said and brushed his hair out of his eyes.  He wasn't as sweaty now, I guess he broke through his fever.