Quarantine swipe

Sick

It was 2 in the morning and I haven't left the bathroom.
My stomach ached so much, and I was sweating cold.
After an hour in there letting all the chole out from both ways, I was done. I could barely walk to my bed. I was feeling so weak, my face looked so pale.

I was about to sleep again when I heard a knock in my door .

I looked at the clock again. Was it Emerson? Was he feeling the same way I did?

I dragged my legs to the door, I was feeling awful, and when I opened it there was a bottle of pepto bismol and a Gatorade.
I smiled.

After I took 2 full spoons of pepto bismol I went straight to bed.

I woke up 16 hours later.
And it was because of a loud bang of my door.
I could barely open my eyes, I felt so tired, and my head was pounding.
My body felt so dehydrated.
I took a seat on the bed slowly and I felt a bit dizzy. I grabbed the Gatorade that was on my nightstand and drank half of the bottle.

The banging on the door was getting stronger
"Andy if you don't open the door I'm going to break it" Emerson was yelling from outside.
I dragged myself to the entrance and open the door. I didn't even looked myself in the mirror, I didn't even washed my teeth.
I opened the door without looking  at him and went straight to my bed.
"Man you look like shit" he said
"Thank you, that's pretty nice" I said
"I thought you were dead" he said then added "I made you a chicken soup"
"Thanks" I said, I didn't have the strength to say anything else.
I got into my bed, and cover myself with my warm blanket.
Emerson laid next to me, without asking. He was just so confident around my house.

"Did you feel bad too?" I asked
"Ask that to my toilet" he said and a laugh escaped his mouth, I laughed.
"2 in the morning and i was still there" he said.
"Me too" I said with a smile.
"Please thank Star Wars for me, I haven't got sick like that in ages" he said.
"I told you that it was poisoned" he added. " Eat the soup, you look pale"

I drank the whole soup and it was so comforting
"Did you made this?" I asked, it was so delicious.
"Yes" he said.
"It's really good" I said truthfully, savoring the delicious soup.
"I told you I have to look for myself and my brother since I was a kid, I know my ways in the kitchen " he said.

"Let's get you a shower, you smell like vomit" he said after we both finished eating.
I tried to get up and got dizzy again.
He walked with me to the shower, he turned it on and then he turned backwards giving me his back so I could get out of my dirty and full of vomit clothes.

I took my long T-shirt first exposing my breast, then my pants and my underwear until I was completely naked. He was still looking backwards
"Would you stay here while I shower, I'm scared that I might faint" I said honestly
"Sure" he said casually.
I got into the shower and closed the curtains, I heard how he took a seat on the toilet.

I felt the hot water burning my scalp and then the rest of my body. It felt so  good.
I washed my hair and my body, then my teeth twice.

I couldn't believe that I was naked just a few inches from him. And as bad as I was feeling my body ached for him.
Again I was tortured by the image  of him getting into the shower with me, kissing me, touching me.

My breathings got heavier as I think of him outside of the shower.

When I turned off the shower he immediately threw me a towel.
I got dried and then went out with my damped hair and a towel wrapped around my armpits.

Emerson took a look at me and his face went still. He couldn't stop looking at me.
Then he cleared his throat and stood up,
"I let you get dressed. I'll be outside if you need me" he said with s stumbled voice.
"Thanks Emerson" I said honestly.