Molly slowly opened her eyes to see Sammy tucking the blanket under her feet. Her head was pounding and her eyes were burning. It took her a couple of seconds to realize that she was still on the couch at Nick's house.
Sammy walked upstairs as Nick walked out of the kitchen and into the living room with a glass of water.
"Hey, you're up," he smiled as he looked at Molly. "All the studying knocked you out; you got a good extra hour of sleep there."
She looked up at him, her face flushed and eyes exhausted.
"You feeling okay?" he asked, concerned.
She could see from the living room window that the rain was still pouring down outside. "Headache, but I'm good," she answered as she tried to wrap the blanket closer around herself.
He walked over to her and felt her forehead and cheeks with his hand. "You're burning."
"I'll go back to my place," she said, drained.
"Why would you do that? Lis is not even home." Despite years of friendship, he still didn't get her logic sometimes.
"I don't want to get any of you sick."
"Don't worry about that." She looked back at him and he could see her eyes getting heavy again. "Does anything else hurt besides your head? Your throat? Stomach?"
"No, I just feel achy," she coughed. "Maybe my throat a little. But it's just from my cough."
He figured it was the flu, as it was going around. "Don't fall asleep just yet; I'm going to bring you a fever reducer."
He walked into the bathroom, opened the mirror cabinet, took what he was looking for, and returned to Molly. She sat up and he handed her the pill and his glass of water.
"Do you want tea?"
She shook her head as she swallowed the pill. "Nick."
"Yeah?"
"I don't feel too great."
"What do you want me to get you? You sure you don't want me to make you tea?" he asked in a calm, soothing voice.
She shook her head and whispered, "Sit." She moved over slightly, leaving him room to sit down next to her. She took his hands and put them over her eyes. "They're burning me."
"Your fever should go down soon. Let me get a wet washcloth, it'll help more than my hands."
She let go of his hands that she was holding in place and he got up to get the washcloth. He took a clean one from the linen closet in the hallway, wet it, and put it over her eyes. He had to rewet it a couple of times because shortly after putting it over her eyes, the warm washcloth would heat up and was no longer soothing. After the third time of rewetting it, he returned to find her asleep.
He went into the kitchen to put up the hot cocoa that Sammy had asked him for earlier and started on a vegetable soup. There were some extra carrots added this time because Molly liked them.
Just as he put the soup up to cook, Sammy quietly walked into the kitchen on her tippy toes until she was behind Nick and shouted "boo." He was so concentrated on what he was doing that she had managed to startle him. Seeing her results, she began laughing. Nick quickly picked her up and started tickling her.
"You think that was funny? Huh? Huh?" he asked, laughing himself. He sat her down on the counter and gave her a spoon of the cocoa to taste.
"Good?" he asked.
She nodded while wrapping her arms around his neck for him to pick her up again. With her in his arms again, he asked where Dan was.
"In his room," Sammy answered.
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Only You
Romance"Oh my gosh, you scared me." Nick looked her up and down. She was in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and underwear. A bra was lacking too, revealing the natural shape of her breasts. "I thought you went to sleep," she said and casually dropped the...
