Sick

It's still, I'm content as I lay in bed. My comfy pajamas hugged my body carefully and I stared at the ceiling aimlessly. Do I want to go to work tomorrow? What should I have for breakfast? I mean it is a Sunday tomorrow, so technically I can take a day off.

My train of though is interrupted momentarily as I'm hugged tighter.

Not by my jammies but by the human lying next to me. He shifts his weight in his sleep and turns his head to face me. I can't help but stare.

Beautiful.

That's what comes to my mind. His mouth is slightly ajar but that only makes him even more adorable.

He shifts again making a faint noise and allowing his smooth silky light brown hair to fall in front of his face. 'Hmpt'. I reach over carefully and push it out of his eyes. He stirs slightly but doesn't wake up. A small cough escapes his lips and he moves again. This time he messily places his body onto my chest unconsciously.

Cute, even in his sleep!

I think back at how freaking lucky I considered myself to have him. He was my one and only honestly.
Myself at 26 and him resting on 27 we were still going strong. A relationship formed on pure attraction and maybe one or two bold hook ups behind his parents' backs. The memories make me nostalgic. Good times from our late teenage years, wild to be more precise.

He coughs again, this time a little louder. It shakes my body in the process. I hope he wasn't coming down with something. He didn't feel hot or anything. He coughs again, this time, waking himself up in the process, he covers his mouth and raises his body up, sitting on the bed.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I turn on the bedside lamp. He nods and coughs some more.

"I'll go get you some water alright." I make my way downstairs and grab a bottle from the fridge, its cold so I drab some water from the kettle and mix it in is mug. As I enter out bedroom again I see him sitting at the side of the bed. I walk up to him just as he coughs again. He quickly places his hand over his mouth and tries to control himself. I hand him the mug, he takes it and tries to drink from it but fails. His coughs get louder and throatier. He spills a little bit of the water as his body shakes even more. I take the mug back and rub his back.

This is weird, is he coming down with something? The coughing continues, it's even louder now.

"Breathe baby, breathe." he takes a slow and careful breaths and it seems to subside. I hand him the water again and he drinks it slowly but doesn't finish as another wave of coughs erupt from his body.

I take his hand and pull him up opening the door and leading him to the veranda to get some air. He sits on one of the fancy outdoor chair and ducks his head down trying to control his breathing.

"Baby are you okay, what's wrong?" I ask, I'm worried at this point.

"I don't know Joonie." he breathes.

"Look at me, it's probably a tickle or your throat's dry, drink some more water and take a long breath." I instruct.

He does as he's told. It quiet for a while. I smile and we go back to bed.

The clock on the table reads [2 am].

"My head hurts." he says as he climbs into bed. He lays down again and I start massaging his head softly as he lays on my chest again. "What do you wanna do tomorrow? Are you going to work?" he asks, his once gentle voice from a few minutes turned hoarse from all that coughing. Still adorable in my point of view though.
I can't help but chuckle.