Liam
She’s still fucking sick and it breaks my heart to see her this way. The day after the drive-in, I went running like I normally do and my heart dropped out of my ass when I realized she wasn’t at work. She’s always working the morning shift. I talked to her coworker and she explained that she was asked to cover and that’s how I knew something was wrong.
Originally, I thought she had a bad burger or something from Lana’s. It’s not uncommon to have something make your stomach upset, but it’s been four days and there seems to be no getting better in sight. I’ve been bringing her soup and crackers. She’s just weak and lethargic and my girl needs to rest up.
Hey how are you feeling?
Quinn: Still fucking awful. Idk what I did
You were probably working too hard baby. Immune system drop and everything. Or maybe you just choked too hard ??
Quinn: .
??too soon?
Quinn: Too soon.
Want some company?
Quinn: Actually, I’d love some. And I’m starving
Anything in particular?
Quinn: No, nothing really sounds good. Surprise me I guess.
Be there soon…
I decide to stop at Sunny Dog Café to grab some of their world-class butter noodles. This place isn’t home, but it’s pretty damn close and that’s saying something. My mom would always make them for me when I was sick, and they are what always hits the spot. They’re plain but just oh-so-yummy and buttery and simply perfect. As soon as they’re ready, I head to her place.
It’s not far and it’s a nice day, so I decide to walk. I let the bag of takeout containers swing by my leg as I think about how my life has changed in the last few months. I went from living somewhere completely different, to now owning my own shop. There’s this quiet community where everyone knows everyone and there’s a butter noodle shop that reminds me of home. I have this perfect girl, who may not admit she’s mine yet, but she really is, and I’m not sure how life can get much better. The beach is close. There’s a donut and coffee ready for me every morning.
I let out a heavy exhale as I bask in the pleasure I currently feel. There are not many times when everything is just perfect , but this is one of them.
I turn into the BNB entrance and make my way up the stairs and down the hall to her room. I let myself in with the key she has hidden and find her curled up in a ball in bed.
“You doing okay?” I ask her.
“Nuh-uh,” she whines.
I set the noodles on the bedside table and drop to my knees near her face. I tuck the stray strand of hair behind her ear before leaning forward and kissing her forehead. Her temperature doesn’t feel any different on my lips. That’s a good sign. I let my hand linger on her cheek, rubbing my thumb back and forth over the skin while I look at her.
“I brought noods.” I get a small, sad smile out of her, but it’s the most lively she’s been since our date.
“Noods?” she says with a small laugh.
“Ya, noodles.” I laugh too. “Come on, let’s get you up.”
I take her hand and help her sit up. I get her meal and set her up before I grab the cup from the side table and go to fill it up from the water dispenser.
I come back and she’s picking at the food. I don’t say anything, just give her back the cup, leave a sports drink, grab my food, and join her in bed. I eat my noods while she picks at hers. I turn on a movie because the silence is just too loud. Eventually, she puts the container back on the side table and leans into me. I drop my meal to put an arm around her and snuggle her in closer. She shifts her body so she’s half lying on me, and at some point, she falls asleep.
I fucking hate that she’s sick, but I love that she’s finding comfort in me. I wish it didn’t have to be in this scenario, but I’m glad I’m able to help her like this. I watch movie after movie, and even when my bladder threatens to burst, I don’t dare move. I will soak up every fucking second.