"So, what did the doctor say?" Zane said, coughing for what seemed like the millionth time this morning.
"He said to stay in bed, get some rest. It should all blow over in a few days." I told him.
I felt like crap. No, I felt like SHIT. Once again, I tried out cooking and it blew up in my face. Every time I try making something it usually ends up as black as night, but this time it actually looked normal. But never judge a book by its cover. Zane ended up waking up with food poisoning. There's a major loss of points.
"Is there anything I can get you?" I asked.
"Uh yeah. Just some tissues" Zane said, coughing again.
"Gotcha." I said as I started to leave the room.
"Oh and Riley?"
"Yeah?"
"Some paper bags. Just in case I… you know."
"Paper bags. For sure."
"Oh and Riley?"
"Yes?"
"Some more blankets, please?"
"Tissues, paper bags, blankets. Got it."
"Oh and Riley?"
Ok, I've had it with that. "Alright, I'm going to sit down and you tell me everything you need. Ok?"
"Ok… All that, plus a sandwich. I'm kinda hungry. I also need some Icy-Hot, Pepto-Bismo, a hot towel, and some Nyquil." He faintly asked.
"Of course. And you're sure that's everything?"
"Yes."
Thank God. I was very close to ripping my hair out. As much as I love Zane, he can be quite needy. But then again, who was the one that got him in this predicament in the first place.
"Ok, well I'm going to make that store-run. See you in a little while." I said, grabbing the keys to my car.
"Oh and Riley?" Zane said once again.
I sighed. "You know, you're really lucky I love you."
"I was just gonna say thank you." Zane said, trying to smile.
I smiled. "Anything for my love." I said, kissing him on the forehead.