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Against your will, Abby had asked for the day off from work to stay at home with you and take care of the cold you’re currently experiencing.
But you are grateful she did so. The sore in your body and the non-stopping headache had you pinned to the bed you and your girlfriend shared, and she has been nothing but helpful and caring with you.
Now, the blonde woman has gone to the store looking for everything she thinks might help you to feel better and you use that time to keep sleeping.
When Abby returns home and puts away all the things she got at the store, her gaze gets glued to the thermometer she just bought. You two already had one, but what if it wasn’t working anymore? Two thermometers won’t hurt anyone. Deep down she knows this is just a cold and that you are going to be fine in no time. Still, she can’t help but be worried stick about you.
Okay, she needs to chill down and be strong for you.
Finally, she decides to make you some tea and bring it to you with one of the pills the doctor prescribed you.
But when she’s outside the bedroom, about to open the door, is when she hears it. A little whine.
Fuck. Fuck.
Oh, you must be in so much pain. Is it your head? Or your body? She rushes inside to check on her girl.
For a second she doubts what to do. You are still asleep and her first gut is to wake you up but you look so… calm? Then she remembers the thermometer, the old one. It’s on the nightstand.
That’s it, she will start by taking your temperature, then decide upon that. She would have to wake you up so you take something for the fever.
When she grabs your arm to put the device on your armpit she notices you are warm, but nothing to be worried about. Still, what the hell does she know?
Holding your arm in its place with her right hand so the little stick doesn’t fall. Her left hand holding your face tenderly. Trying to think what else to do if it’s not fever, her mind is still rambling while she waits for the damn thing to beep.
Then, there it is again. A bit lower. A small moan escapes from your mouth.
She froze, not so sure anymore that the first one was out of pain.
“Abby,” you moaned, her muscles losing up immediately
With a little grin takes the thermometer away, knowing you don’t need it.
You still need to take your medicine, tho.
So she brushes your face gently with her knuckles. “Hey, sleeping beauty,” she first tries, “I need you to wake up, baby”
You cover your face with your arm, rolling over your back. “Evil person,” you say to her. “I was just having the best dream” You are barely moving your lips, dragging the words, still holding to your sleep.
“Yeah, no shit, princess,” Abby says with a chuckle.
“How are you feeling?” Abby kneels beside the bed, arms crossed and her chin leaning on them.
The medicine can wait for a minute or two. At this moment, she needs to know you feel better. Know she was overreacting and you are okay.
Turning your face to see her, you notice she’s is a bit of a mess, strands of hair out of her signature braid. Blue bags match her eyes. She looks gorgeous as always, but so tired, and the guilt streaks you, even when you insisted she didn’t need to do all of this.
God, you love her so much.
“Much better,” it’s true, “but I miss you”. Also true. You had forced your girlfriend to sleep on the couch so she wouldn’t get sick. Well, actually, you tried to convince her to stay in the room while you slept on the couch, but she refused. But illness was making you all needy and emotional.
“I’m right here,” Abby reaches your right hand from your chest to kiss it.
Abby stands up to grasp the medicine and give it to you. “Wanna tell me what that dream of yours was about?” she teases while opening the little box of pills.