Overcome

Chapter Twenty- Nine

We got home and I change into pajamas then walk into Justin's room. "My mom said I had to stay here and make sure you keep the ice pack on your face." I sit down at the big, comfy chair at his desk. I pick up my legs and sit cross legged. "Well... sleep" I say as looks at me with his shinning blue eyes.

"That's going to be hard knowing you're staring at me all night." he jokes. A flash of lightening lights the room. Shortly after it begins to downpour.

"Well you're going to have to get over yourself." I say walking to him. I make him lay down and tuck him in like he's a toddler.

"But the thunder scares me" He pouts exactly like a 5 year old would.

"It's not the thunder you should be scared of, it's the lightening."  I try to joke but I suck at being funny when I want to. I check his ice pack and take it downstairs to swap it. When I get back to his room I see that he dozed off but wakes when I put the cold ice pack on his face. "Does it hurt?"

"Not right now, It's really just numb from all the ice"

"I think that might be one of the reasons why my mom is making you keep it on"

"Oh really?" he asks sarcastically. "So ice doesn't help with swelling at all?"

I grin "Go to bed".

"I'm not tired" he complains.

"Until I walked out of the room."

"What can I say? I love seeing your beautiful face"

I blush and look down to avoid eye contact. I'm not quit used to all of the compliments yet. I look back up and he's grinning.

"Did I make you blush?" he asks sarcastic.

I make a sheepish grin not wanting to admit it. "Just go to sleep." he has to be tired, I'm exhausted! "Please" I finally say. "For me?"

"Well... since you used the magic word... I guess I could" He pulled the covers over him more to get comfy. Then he lays there. He's not going to fall asleep as long as I'm here, I think. I get up and hover over him so he can see me without moving the ice pack. His eyes flicker up to mine. "I'm tired, I'm going to go to bed, okay?" I whisper

"Okay" He whispers back. I kiss his forehead then walk out of his room, shutting the light on the way out. That would've been a good idea before. I sit on my bed for 10 minutes then quietly walk back into his room. He's not sleeping but he did doze off a little. Silently walking to the chair, I sit and wait for him to be fully asleep.

I watch his head slowly tilt to the right, making the ice pack shift and start to move off the swollen area. Finally the ice pack slides out from under his face and he lands peacefully on the pillow. I know that he's really sleeping now but I wait 15 more minutes just to make sure I don't wake him up. A bolt of lightening and a drop of thunder loudly make themselves present. Justin stays in the same position, confirming that he is sleeping.

I slowly re-adjust the ice pack so he's leaning on it, then I pull the covers back on him because he somehow shifted them when I left the room. I kiss his forehead again and whisper good night even though he can't hear me.

I sit back on the chair because mom wanted me to stay and watch him and honestly, I like being the one that can take care of him. I always hated it when I would get sick or something when I was little, of course the fact of being sick sucked but it was that my mom had to monitor me ever five seconds. I hate being a burden to people. So being stuck in a hospital bed, not allowed to leave without help sucked. But I like it when the situations are flipped. I don't ever want Justin to end up on a hospital bed, but I like taking care of him. Finally, I got too tired to stay awake and the sound of the rain outside wasn't helping so I rested my head on the back of the chair so I could sleep myself.