It started off as a sniffle. Then you threw up mere feet away from the toilet. Needless to say, your morning was off to such a terrible start.
“Remember to drink water, birdie,” Kyle called from the common area couch, sipping his tea. You trudged to the armchair, giving him a nasty look.
“‘Remember to drink water’—“ You sneered before succumbing to a coughing fit. You curled up on the chair, sipping your water like a gerbil. “Of course I will.” Kyle raised a brow.
You always got insanely snappy, and bitchy, when sick. You knew you were being mean but man, you couldn’t stop yourself. You were just tired of everyone hovering over you.
“I can fuckin’ take care of myself. I’m not a child.” You continued, glowering at Kyle with glazed over eyes. You reminded him of a petulant child. It would’ve been adorable, if not because of the circumstances.
“I never said you couldn’t take care of yourself, sweetheart,” Kyle replied calmly. He puts his mug down on the coffee table. “I just think you merely forget what your body needs at times.” You were about to protest, yet again, when he placed the back of his hand against your forehead. “Hm…not as warm as you were earlier. Not the best either.”
You blinked. His warm brown eyes just looked so inviting, it made you melt like a puddle. He smiled a little before ruffling your hair. “You messed it all up.” You pout.
“It was messed up before.” Kyle countered, draping a blanket over you. You sneezed in response. “Poor thing.”
It wasn’t a huge surprise when you fell asleep shortly after, clutching onto Kyle like he was your lifeline. Kyle, as always, didn’t necessarily care. It’s not like he had better things to do.
