Ties That Bind

Chapter 21. Smelling the Flowers

When Lindsey got home, he immediately took notice of the fact that she was home early so when he hopped out of his vehicle, he went straight over to her place and he knocked on the front door.

It was dusk, a later time than he would normally come home by, but today---he did have a lot of things to do for the release of his upcoming album.

In the last, going on, two months---he'd been working on his solo album that was away from Fleetwood Mac although, when returning he would be on tour with his band to finish up the Mirage tour. However, when that was done, he would go straight into releasing his solo album, rest and then tour on his own with his own band, which didn't consist of too many people and he had actually hoped Stevie could join him for a little while since he knew school and work would interfere, but he knew he couldn't ask her to promise him that.

Stevie took a moment to get up and answer, but when she did, she smiled softly at him as she unlocked the door.

"Hey," he grinned as he entered---shutting the door behind himself. Looking around, he noticed the place was awfully dark---it looked slightly depressing to him.

"Hi," she waved lightly as she moved slowly---her subtle movements made her want to vomit.

After having been home to settle down, it seemed like everything she thought she had missed was creeping up on her thus far.

"Are you okay? You look a little pale," he simply mentioned, but then again, he could barely tell in the lighting.

"Yeah, I just have some sort of stomach flu," she lied. "I was at school and I was fine and then I started to not feel well. I was gonna work, but I don't want to get anybody sick."

"Oh, well... You want me to stay and take care of you?" he asked---pulling his jacket off.

"You don't have to do that," she gave a half-suppressed laugh as she trailed back to her bedroom to get into the spot she had cocooned herself in for the last few hours.

Since she had gotten home, she had been in bed and a few times, she tried to drink some water and roam around, but she could only really sit and, or lay down on her side and water seemed to be the only thing settling for her while feeling such a way. It was similar to a really bad hangover she once had when she couldn't even keep water down. Anything in her kitchen made her feel sick; just the thought of consuming whatever it was.

"But I want to---I like spending time with you," he assured, slipping into bed with her.

"Sweet of you---but just keep your distance, I don't want to throw up on you because that would suck for both of us," she assured.

He chuckled, clutching her hand between his as he watched her drift off. "Do you have any broth? You should at least fill up on fluid if you're not eating."

"I'm fine right now... Water and rest is doing me well and I'm gonna see the doctor next week."

"Next week? You'd be fine by next week," he arched a brow. "If you keep getting sick, we should probably take you to the hospital, no?"

"I'm not really worried about it," she simply replied almost a little eager---her voice in a small husky whisper since that's what came when she spoke low.

"You're sure?" he asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

"Mhmm... Don't worry about me. I get sick all the time---every seasonal thing that comes, hits me like a ton of bricks," she truthfully stated even if it was a fib at the moment. "I was just lucky to get sick at the tail end of school. Everybody at school is sick right now," she continued to tell the half-truth.