I got sick so therefore this with Kyle Garrick
You drift in and out of consciousness. Your dreams are a total mess, just a mix of reality and fantasy. Half the time, you think you’re seeing your boyfriend, Kyle, but you know that can’t be possible. He’s been away for months and isn’t suppose to return for another week. It can’t be him, so it must be a part of your dreams. Even if the way he touches you so gingerly, feeling your forehead and tucking you in and mumbling things you can’t understand, feels real, it can’t be.
When you actually come to, your body feels heavy, all your joints ache, your nose and lungs burn, and your head feels like it’s been filled with water. The light coming from your window feels harsh against your eyes.
With a light groan, you turn over and start looking for your phone. It should be right by your pillow, you think. Or maybe on the nightstand.
You grapple aimlessly for it, so tired that you start to wonder if you should just give up and go back to sleep. It would certainly be easier, you think.
But then you feel a pair of very warm hands on your neck. You would scream and fight back but you don’t really have the energy for it.
The hands turn your limp body over and- oh. It’s Kyle. Your beautiful boyfriend, who you were sure wouldn’t be back for another week. He is here. You open your mouth to greet him, but he just shakes his head, “Shh.” He sits on the bed beside you and tips a water bottle to your lips. You didn’t even realize how parched you were.
He continues on, putting the water bottle back on the nightstand with your phone and the bottle of medicine, “You’ve got a fever,” He hums, dabbing at your forehead with a wet cloth, “You need to rest.”
You blink drowsily at him. He’s right, of course. You feel exhausted and rundown and just all sorts of funky. You do want to sleep, but you know you can’t. You have things to do.
You go to sit up but he stops you with a hand on your chest. You try and give him a sharp look but you’re pretty sure it comes out as pathetic instead because he smiles softly and pushes you down like you’re a ragdoll. It doesn’t help that you melt into the nice soft sheets and plush pillows. He presses a kiss to your forehead and tucks you in, then watches as you drift back off into sleep, peaceful.
