Sick Day

A quick little snow story for my sister Babylon. Your story was so adorable that I had to make one just for you. I hope you like it little sister!

The cold Winter weather came early and of course with all the snow, anything with eletrictiy goes bad and of course I end up out in the cold fixing it. Nobody notices me bundled up a lot more than normal as I treck across the snow to my next big project.

I cough sending white puffs into the air as I wrap my arms tighter around myself to keep the cold from seeping further into my body. A shiver starts from the base of my spine and goes all the way up, causing my whole body to tremble.

"Stupid...why can't...not my problem..."

Again I cough, causing my whole body to tremble once more.

With each step I take, I leave behind deep footsteps in the snow. There are not too many people out in this weather, nobody wants to be out in the snow. I sure as hell don't!

I feel so warm and I feel the sweat driping down my forehead and back. I am pretty sure I have a cold, not that anybody notices or cares...

There are light posts every so many feet away to light up the think walkway that leads across what little area we have as a base. Of couse it has to be the one light in the middle of the base in a shity snow storm. The wind blows violently, kicking up snow and whipping into my face. My face is frozen stiff and I think the snot that was dripping down my face is now frozen as well.

Across the way I notice Sam walking back toward the sleeping quarters. She stopped to glance at me. Not feeling much in the mood for an argument, I keep walking.

By the time i get to the next light, my steps aren't steady and I start stumbling, my vision becomes blurry and soon I find myself face first into the snow.

"Baird!" her voice sounds as if it is comming from the end of a long tunnel, then everything goes black.

When I wake up, I find myself staring at the awful grey celing of the barracks. I am laying in my bunk in only a pair of boxers. Very slowly I turn my head to find Sam sitting in a chair, bundled up and a book in her lap. She looks up and smiles.

Normally a smile from her annoys me, but today it causes my heart to flutter. She's a lot prettier that I can remember.

"What happend?"

"You passed out." She reaches out and rests her hand on my forehead. "You have a pretty high fevor as well. You should probably stay in bed for a few days."

"That light..."

"It will be fine as it is for a few days. You need to get some rest and get over your cold."

It's stange that Privet Samantha Byrne is the one to notice that I have a cold. She always seemed to find much humor in tormenting me and now she's being nice.

"You know what my mom always gave me when I was sick?"

"What's that?"

"Soup." Sam gave me a big grin as she stood. "I'll be right back with some soup."

I watch her as she leaves quickly calling over her shoulder for me to stay in bed. I blink but don't move. I'm just too tired to do anything right now. Yawning I roll over and I don't know how, but I end up falling asleep.

Don't know how long I have been asleep, but Sam's voice pulls me from my sleep and I muble as I open my eyes she smiles down at me with a nice steaming bowl of soup.

"Sorry to wake you, but let's get some nutrition in you and then you can go back to sleep."

Slowly I sit up wincing a little as I feel the snot draining down the back of my throat. I cough and feel the thick phlem on my touge. I make a face.

"Here." She holds up a spoon full of soup. "This might help wash it down."

She feeds me the soup, the warm liquid is comforting on my tounge and throat and I can't help but to close my eyes and savor the feeling. My tastbuds are kinda useless right now, but the warmth is bliss on my aching throat.

Giggling catches my attention and I open my eyes to find her grinning at me. It sounded so musical, a beautiful sound. I stare at her in awe.

"Damon."

I blink at the use of my first time. Not too many people use my first name anymore.

"Come on silly."

The rest of my "feeding" is quiet. When the soup is gone, I feel extreamly tired.

"Get some rest." Sam's voice was soft, as if she didn't want to distrub me.

Too tired to argue I just nod and lay back letting her pull the blankets around me.

"I hope you feel better."

"Thank you." it comes out slurred and I am instantly asleep.

Maybe she's not so bad after all

Let me know what you think Just a short story I wanted to get out there.