-Unhealthy Obsession-

.31. Nurse Wife

When I opened my eyes, I expected to be...in the car still. But when I was greeted with a wooden roof over my head, panic flared into my heart, making me nauseous. And yes, I still felt like shit.

I quickly sat up regretting that because I thought I was about to puke on myself, Luckily, I didn't and realized that I was shirtless, bandages wrapped around my wound.

I rolled my shoulder to ease the pain a little, but only made it hurt. I looked around my surroundings and saw I was in some sort of...cozy log cabin? Am I dreaming?

"Mia?" I croaked out, sliding my legs over the bed. My feet touched the cool floor, but my body didn't seem like it wanted to hold my weight today. I stumbled on the wall near me and caught my breath, my legs shaking under me as if an earthquake.

"Mia.."

One hand stayed on the wall to keep me up, and the other was resting on my wound. Why did it ache so much?

"Mia please..." I huffed, looking around this unfamiliar place. Suddenly, I held my breath and hear...a noise. A constant noise. A TV?

I follow the sound and peer around the corner, seeing Mia cross-cross on a leather couch, a tub of..something in her hands.

"Mia?" I ask, leaning on the wall. She looks at me wide-eyed and sets the tub down.

"Andrew what are you doing? Go lay back down! Go! Go!" she started shoving me away. I backed up a little and looked at her questioningly.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"Just go lay back down, please. You're not supposed to be standing."

"Am I still sick?"

"Yes! Yes, can't you tell? Go lay down, I'll explain in the bedroom." She put a cold hand on my bare back and guided me back to the room I woke up in. She laid me down on the bed and picked up a rag, putting it over my forehead.

"Explain, please?" I ask as she sits by my legs, making a dent in the bed.

"Okay. We're in someone else's house. They were kind enough to bring us in."

"Why?"

She looked at me blankly. "I don't know, they're nice people I guess?"

"Why are we here?"

"I drove us here?"

"No, I mean, I'm sure they didn't flag us down.."

"Oh...well heh.." she started nervously laughing and picking at her fingers. "Well...technically, you said not to take you to a hospital...but..this isn't a hospital. And you really needed help, okay? Do you know many times you threw up on an empty stomach? You slept like, all day and I don't think you're fever has broke at all!"

I didn't know how to reply so I stared at the ceiling and let this information sink in. "How...how long are we staying?"

"Until you get better."

"That could take, like, a week, Mia!"

"Well then, while you're up, have some soup."

"I'm not eating any damn soup."

Mia looked bored as her shoulders slumped and eyes like icy daggers. "Eat."

"No."

"Eat."

"No."

"Andrew!" she sighed. "don't be so stubborn for once!"

"Oh, so I'm  the stubborn one?"

"Just eat, you need it." I scanned her face carefully. Her face was angry and..worried?

My eyes trail down to her wrist were there was some kind of velcro cast around it. "What happened?" I asked and she looked down suddenly to see what I was talking about.

"Oh, yeah I really sprained my wrist bad. The nice people had this from when Bill sprained his a few months back."

"Bill? Who's Bill?"

"The guy that lives here." she smiled softly. "He's a big sweetheart. He's the one that helped deduce what was causing your fever."

"And that was...?"

"Your gunshot wound. It got infected and you got sick."

"Fantastic." I groaned.

"He said you just need to rest, and eat and take care of your wound. Change the bandages ever so often. Ya know, stuff like that. You were a mess last night. I'll bring you the soup in just a minute, theres a bucket right here by the bed in case you need to throw up, and theres some tissues by your head. I'll be right back."

She stood up and existed the room, leaving me to myself. I try to sit up a bit more, pushing down the sensation to vomit. The ice pack falls into my lap and I set it beside me. I don't like sitting around all day doing nothing. Unless I'm binge watching a show, of course. But I'm not. And on top of it, I'm sick.

Fuck this bed!

I got out the bed and stumbled towards the door. I went down the hall an heard a slight humming to my right. I turned and saw Mia microwaving the soup. Her back was turned to me as she grabbed a spoon out the drawer.

I hobbled over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist, making her scream.

"Good god, Andrew!" she shrieked, putting her hands on top of mine. "Don't do that! Go lay back down before I tie you there."

"I don't want to lay there all day." I frown, putting my chin on her head.

"Well you have to if you want to get better." she huffed, easily peeling herself from me.

"Will...will you stay with me then?" I asked, putting on my pouty face.

"If it'll keep you on the bed, then yes." she rolled her eyes and grabbed my forearm. She gently shuffled me back to the room and laid me back down. "Do not get up. I'll be there in a second."

I nod as she puts the ice pack on my head and leaves. About two minutes later, she comes back out and has a tray with steam rising from the bowl.

"Here, I got you some toast and water."

"Is it jelly toast?"

"No. You don't need all that sugar. Just plain toast, alright?" her voice was gentle. She set the tray over my legs and felt my face. "Still burning.." she mumbled. She turned around and headed for the door.

"Mia!" I whine.

"I'm just grabbing something!" she called, and in a few seconds she was back. It was the same tub I saw her eating on the couch.

"What is that?" I ask as she walks around the bed and sits down, leaning against the headboard.

"Chocolate ice cream with cheese wiz."

"Ew, what the fuck?" my face turned into disgust.

"Look, I was craving, I needed it, they had it."

"Okay but...cheese and ice cream?" I raise an eyebrow and she rolls her eyes.

"I'm pregnant, if you haven't noticed. I. will. get. weird. cravings. Now eat."

I sigh and sit up a bit, putting the ice pack on the nightstand beside me.  I picked up the spoon and realized how shaky my hand was. Mia turned on the TV and blissfully shoved spoonfuls of her monstrosity into her mouth.

We watched the TV in silence as I tried to eat this hot soup, and not throw it up.

It was good but didn't make me feel a bit better.

I looked over at Mia who seemed to be unsatisfied with her ice cream abomination. She just kept shoveling more and more into her mouth. God she looked so adorable.

I had finished my toast and water, setting the closed tray on the floor. I slowly inched my hand over and held Mia's hand until I dozed off.