"Don't go."
Courtney turned around from Duncan's bedroom doorway. She took in the sight of the male, hair strewn about and cheeks flushed with fever. She had told him not to go out in rain, but as usual, the punk paid her no attention. He was gone for a good few hours, and when he finally decided to come back, he was soaking wet. He said he felt fine, but two days later, lo and behold was he, sick, miserable, and stuck in bed.
"What?"
She saw him roll his eyes at her, causing her to glare at him back. She didn't care if he was sick; he would get what was coming if he pissed her off.
"Damn woman... Why can't YOU hear? I'M the one who feels like shit."
He was trying to be snarky, but the little outburst led to a coughing fit. Once Courtney finally stopped laughing at the him, she got up and handed him a glass of water.
"Enjoying my pain, Princess?"
She rolled her eyes at him.
"You've gone through worse; deal with it!"
A half-smirk appeared on Duncan's face.
"Aw, look at you… I knew that deep, deep, deep, deep down you do care for me."
Courtney felt a blush flush her cheeks.
"Just because I am taking care of you, don't think that I actually care for you!"
She realized a bit too late how harsh her words really were, but to his credit, he didn't comment on them at all. Nonetheless, she could tell that he was trying to hide it; she had been around him long enough to notice the small drop in his shoulders and the tightening in his jaw that wasn't there a few second ago.
"Duncan...look…"
She didn't exactly have an apology in mind, but she just felt like she had to do something. Her eyes met his, and involuntarily she could feel a her cheeks burn. Unconsciously, she found herself drawing just that much closer to him on the bed. His stare intensified, and she felt as though he was searching for something within her. Just as she was about to ask him exactly what he thought he was doing, he turned away with a light scoff.
"You say that you don't care...but your eyes say otherwise, Princess."