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I woke up around 3 AM, feeling warmer than usual. I noticed my nose was blocked and my throat felt sore. My parents were on some kind of a business trip, so I was left alone. Although this time, I'd rather want them be here.
“Shit.” I groaned because of the throbbing pain in my skull and tried to get up to find some painkillers. Instead, a sudden wave of nausea hit me, and I blasted to the bathroom, just to almost throw up the entirety of my intestines.
To be honest, the thing that I was mad about wasn't just the fact that I was sick. It usually didn’t last long. I was mad, because I knew I wouldn’t be able to meet Marc the next day, and we’ve planned to hang out for a few weeks now. Since I couldn't do anything about it anyway, I decided to go back to sleep as soon as I stopped throwing up, and hope that tommorow would somehow be a better day.
I didn’t know what I expected, because when I woke up in the morning, I felt even worse. Well, maybe I wasn't as nauseous as before, but my fever has definetly gone higher, and I barely had the strength to move. I looked at the clock, it was 12 AM. In half an hour, Marc was supposed to arrive at my place, yet he didn't know that I was sick. I decided to call him, which wasn't the brighest idea, because of the hoarseness in my voice.
"Hey, Nath, what's up? If you're calling to ask where I am, then don't worry. I'm on my way~"
"Uhm... Actually, I don't think we can meet today."
"Why? Is something wrong? "
"I just got sick and I don't want to spread it onto you. It would be better if we met another day"
"Aren't your parents on a business trip or something? You're alone, aren't you? I'll be there in 15 minutes."
"Ugh, no, don't come here! I'm alright! I don't need your help-"
He ended the call. Obviously.
Well, I guess nothing can stop Marc. I wasn't too happy about him visiting, because I didn't want to get him sick. I also looked like death warmed over.
After a while, I heard a knock on the door. I stood up to answer. When I saw Marc, I managed to squeal out a little "hi" and I let my boyfriend inside.
"You should be lying down, go to bed"
"Thanks Mr. Obvious" I said and fell straight into a coughing fit.
“Try to get some rest” said Marc, as he gently put his hand on my back.
My room was... a bit messy. I really didn't want him to see it like this, but I had no choice. As I made myself comfortable, I felt a cold hand on my forehead.
"Nath, you're burning up."
"Yeah, I figured. Could you bring me a cold cloth? Maybe some medicine?"
"Sure thing, be right back."
I closed my eyes waiting for Marc to come back. After a while, I felt a cold towel on my forehead and sighed in relief. "Mhm, that's better." I said, slowly falling asleep.
When I woke up after a few hours, my boyfriend was lying next to me.
"Marc, you'll get sick you dumbass." I muttered.
"I don't care. I'll be ok, don't worry about me."
Since I was sick and still half asleep, I just snuggled closer to Marc, falling asleep again. Can't deny - he is a pretty good pillow.