He Belongs To Me✔️

2-44|| Sick Melia

My hair is moved from my face and a hand soothingly rubs my back. When I finally finish, I flush the toilet and Caspian helps me stand up before leading me to the sink where I gargle water to get the disgusting taste of the vomit out of my mouth. I clean my mouth with a towel and glance at my reflection in the mirror. 

To put it short...I look horrible.

My hair is a mess. My skin is flushed, my eyes are red, and my nose is running. Not too much tho.

Caspian places the back of his hand against my forehead but retracts it quickly as if he'd been burned.

"Angel, you're burning up," he says, and just then, my knees buckle and I collapse. Luckily, he catches me before I hit the ground and carries me back to the bedroom, where he places me on the bed, pushing away the duvet.

"N-No, I'm c-cold" I stammer, shivering and rubbing my arms.

"I'm sorry Angel, but you're too hot right now."

I giggle deliriously. "Thanks, Love."

"No, I mean you're hot. Like your forehead feels like the inside of an oven. But yes..you are pretty hot."

I giggle again. "Gimme kiss," I mumble, pursing my lips.

"You know I'd never reject a kiss willingly...but...I don't wanna get sick."

Suddenly, for some reason, I am overcome with emotion and I start to cry.

"Y-You don't w-wanna, ki-iss me" I hiccup, as the tears leak out of my eyes.

"No baby, I do want to kiss you but right now, you're sick and you need to rest. I promise I'll give you all the kisses you want when you get better."

"Promise," I say in a child-like voice.

"I promise. Now, I need to check your temperature. Where's the thermometer?"

"In the bathroom somewhere" I reply offhandedly, already nodding off to sleep.

"Mel, don't go to sleep," Caspian says, before walking inside the bathroom.

Too late.

CASPIAN

When I get back with the thermometer, Melia's eyes are closed and I can hear her slow heartbeat and soft snores.

I shake my head, a grin creeping on my lips.

She's adorable.

I kneel by the bed and carefully stick the thermometer between her lips.

A few moments later, it beeps and I remove it. I glance at the number and my eyes widen in shock.

113°. Damn, I could roast marshmallows in that heat.

I go to the bathroom once again and wet a small towel before folding it and placing it on her forehead.

That should cool her temperature a bit.

I also get a bucket from the bathroom and put it by the side of the bed in case she wakes up and needs to throw up again.

I replace the towel on her head with a fresh cool one before heading to bed.

****

I wake up again to the sound of vomiting and see Melia leaning over the side of the bed, throwing up her guts.

I rub her back as she coughs and continues retching. "That's it, Angel, let it all out" I murmur, soothingly.

I get a towel from the bathroom and when I come back, Melia's still throwing up.