Arranged with Prince Charming

Arranged with Prince Charming [5]

I woke up to the sound of a coughing fit. I was cold and looked around me, to find Calix sitting on the side of the bed. I lifted the back of my hand to his forehead, feeling his temperature. He was heating up.

“You’re hot,” I stated, not thinking about my words until he smirked, though it didn’t reach is eyes. His eyes were gloomy, and he coughed again. I blushed slightly and shook my head.

“Seriously, you’re heating up,” I said, my hand going around his face. He shook his head and took my hand, putting it in my lap. I glared at him while he coughed.

“This is nothing,” he argued, coughing. This is my entire fault! If I didn’t go out into the water, Calix wouldn’t be sick. I have never been good when it came to sick people. I looked at him with raised eye brows, wishing I could hit him over the head.

“Now, this is not nothing, you’re sick and I’ll be looking after you,” I commended, get up off the bed and pulling the shirt further down, wishing I had put on a pair of shorts. The shirt barely reached the bottom of my butt.

Walking towards the small kitchen across from us, I went through the cupboards and refrigerator, looking for anything edible. I found a can of chicken soup and smirked, placing it in a bowl and putting it in the microwave for three minutes. I turned around and faced Calix while he watched me, a weird expression on his face. I tried not to snap at him, but his phone went off and he reached for it, answering.

“What do you want? Yes I am with her. Why?” I couldn’t hear the other person, but I knew it was a woman by the yelling and Calix pulling the phone away from his ear. I remembered Carmen; her striking beauty and beautiful hair. I sighed, walking towards the microwave once again as I waited for it to ‘beep’. When the loud ring sounded, I opened the door and took the bowl out, hot steam rising. Hot, was all I could think when I dropped the ball, letting out a little yelp.

“Oh gosh,” I whispered. Pieces of the bowl scattered along with the chicken soup, and I bent down to pick it up, shards being placed in my hand. Calix ended the call, and rushed over to me and I looked up, taking my attention off of the shards when I felt one slice through my skin.

“Ow,” I said, bringing my hand up to my face, looking at the slight gash. There wasn’t much blood, but Calix made a big deal of it and picked me up bridal style and softly placed me on the bed.

“Calix, I’m fine, it’s nothing,” I reasoned, but he shook his head, smirking.

“Now, this is not nothing, you are hurt and I’ll be looking after you,” he recited, a huge grin spread across his face. I groaned, trying to get up, but he pushed me back down with all of his weight. I need a plan, I thought, a smirk playing at the corners of my lips.

“Ow!” I yelped, sucking on the gash. I felt the bed sink, and felt Calix’s hands on mine, the plan working.

“Don’t suck on it, it’ll get infected,” Calix scolded, taking my hand. I turned and faced him, my blond hair getting in my way, and frowned, mainly because of my hair.

“But it hurts so badly,” I whined. My voice sounded high pitch, and I hated it. I never usually act like this, and I hope I won’t have to again.

“I’ll blow on it,” Calix soothed, blowing on my hand. His breath was cool, and it felt nice to have someone else caring for me. I smiled slightly.

“Come lay next to me,” I commanded, smiling. Calix’s eyes widened, but he complied. I slid my hand from his grip, pushing him onto the bed and slipped the duvet over him, tucking him in.

“Now, stay!” I commanded a gin spread across my face. I walked towards the kitchen, taking a peak, glaring as he tried to make a move. Laughing silently, I opened the fridge and pulled out an orange juice, taking a nice, long sip. Licking my lips, I went back to the cupboard and looked for something for me to wear. I came across the clothes I was wearing yesterday, and picked them up, going into the bathroom for a shower.