Strange // Ryllon

seven

The very small amount of light shines through the curtains and into my eyes when I manage them open. My head feels like it's about to explode, pressure hitting it on every possible side as I sit up. I'm freezing and upon looking outside, I notice the rain. Rain in LA, now that's rare. I heard White briefly mention something about how rain is supposed to hit us for the next few weeks, but I didn't believe him. We live in southern California, rain is nearly nonexistent, but alas, it's pouring.

I pull the covers back once I hear a noise come from the kitchen or living room, I think a coffee cup being placed down on something. The carpet is fine, but when I stumble towards the door and manage to open it, the floor changes to wood and suddenly I feel 10x colder than I already was. My body is weaker than it was last night, my head is pounding, and I just feel sick.

Dallon's place is nice. I hardly remember walking upstairs last night, but then again, I don't remember anything other than Dallon picking me up and then him hugging me.

Dallon Weekes is a caring person and I want to hate him for it. I want to hate him for how gorgeous, caring, sweet, funny, and wonderful he is, but you just can't hate him, and I hate that.

"Ryan?" Dallon soon asks, cutting me from my thoughts. I've been swaying back and forth near the stairs, staring at nothing in particular, but now he is looking at me with worry and caution.

"Hm?" I manage.

"Are you alright? You don't look so great and you... seem like you're about to pass out."

"I'm fine," I mumble as I take a step forward. I immediately fall to the ground and black out for a moment, but then Dallon is holding me and pulling me back up. I sit with my legs spread out in front of me, trying my hardest to simply stay sitting up as Dallon feels my cheeks and forehead.

"I'll be right back, okay? Does anything hurt, do you feel sick?"

"My head and stomach and body in general just... I hurt, and yeah I feel sick," I say. He stands up and leaves, then comes back with painkillers, a glass of water, and a thermometer. He puts the thermometer in my mouth and turns it on, then waits patiently. I lean against him and he quickly holds me close.

"I've got you," he says. Does he really think I'm leaning into him for comfort? Think I'm gonna give into my feelings and emotions and have him hold me to make me feel a little better? Well, it's working.

The thermometer beeps rapidly and the screen turns red. I just barely catch a glimpse as Dallon pulls it out to read it. 102.4 degree fever.

"Uh oh," I say quietly.

"Here, I want you to take these," Dallon says, holding a whole bunch of different pills. "They'll help you feel better and help your fever."

"Okay," I say softly, trying to grab them from his hand, which nearly results in an awkward hand-holding moment. I take a deep breath before attempting to lift the glass. It takes a couple of seconds before Dallon decides to grab it for me and help me drink some water. I drink some, then put some in my mouth, put the meds in my mouth, then swallow it all down, cringing slightly. I take another drink, then let go.

"I'll be right back." Dallon stands and leaves the room and then I'm left alone. For some reason that is wildly unknown to me, I nearly start crying. I want him more than anything right now, so I push myself up and nearly fall over. The room is spinning and my head is throbbing, but I find Dallon and walk over to him. He walks out of the kitchen and I wrap my arms around him.

"You're so comfortable," I mumble.

"I want you to go back and sleep, okay?"

"Okay."

He pulls away to pick me up bridal-style and then I'm snuggling right back into him as he carries me upstairs.

"What time is it?" I ask. It's not too bright yet and I don't hear any commotion so far outside.

"Almost 5," he answers, causing me to frown.

"Did you even sleep?"

"Um... yeah... yeah, of course."

"Sleep with me," I say, completely ignoring his obvious lie, and he doesn't answer. He carries me all the way upstairs and soon I'm being placed in a bed. I don't open my eyes to check if it's mine or his, but either way, he crawls in next to me, pulls the blankets over us, then pulls me close. I snuggle into him and it doesn't take long for me to fall asleep.

I love this.