Sorry, I know that this is a short chapter but I really wanted to get it out there. Thank you so much for all of the kind reviews I have never written a multi-chapter story so that is really keeping me going.
This chapter is a bit of a filler but I hope that like it : ) review please : )
Logan was not entirely sure of what was going on around him. He felt like his legs really couldn't move on their own, they felt like jelly. He leaned closer to Camille, for a moment he wondered how she was supporting him but then a pain seared through his head. In a flash of movement his hand flew from around Camille's next to his head, the pain was unbearable. He realized that he was now in the elevator and he leaned against the wall, his heart racing and his head pounding. He felt a cool hand pulling his own hand away from his forehead.
"Shhhh… It's ok" Camille said, resting her own cool palm on his pained forehead. "You can lie down soon." Logan whimpered a little at the pain in his head. "Shh…" Camille soothed again running her hand through his hair that was damp with sweat.
The elevator then made a sound signifying that they had made it to her floor. Camille then held her hand out to Logan again helping him to stand and to lead against her once again. She felt a strong head coming from his body and this threw her back into action, her brain started to run a mile a minute as she helped him out of the elevator and down the hallway to her room. She realized that she really didn't know what to do from here. She tried to recall what you were supposed to do when someone had a fever, and she tried to think of who she could ask for help. The only person that she could think of that would know what to do was the one that was leaning on her hoping for her help and support. "Ugh" she thought to herself, but by that time she had made it to her door.
Logan felt Camille gently shake his shoulder, his eyes fluttered open. "You're going to have to let go of me for a second so that I can find my key, okay?" she asked. He nodded slightly and then winced at the pain that the nodding brought on. He saw Camille shoot him a worried look as he winced but she didn't say anything.
Camille searched her pockets and finally found her key. She opened the door to her apartment and looked around feeling relieved that she had cleaned up the place last night so that she wouldn't be taking Logan into a messy apartment. "Logan, I'm going to help you inside" she said reaching her arm around his waist and feeling him reach one of his own warm and feverish arms around her neck.
Camille gently guided Logan into the room and took him to the couch. "Why don't you lie down here" she said calmly helping him to lie back on the couch. "I'm going to get you something to drink and a blanket and pillow" she continued "Do you need anything else?" she questioned.
"Well" Logan said softy and weakly "Do you have any Tylenol? I should probably take some, it might help with the fever and maybe a thermometer so that we can figure out how bad it is" he said trailing off and having to take another breath in the middle. Camille looked at him with a concerned expression but nevertheless with a smirk, leave it to Logan to play doctor for himself. Even though she was laughing slightly at Logan's medical expertise she was gently chiding herself internally for not thinking of medicine before he did.
"Yeah, sure I'll bring some Tylenol too, I'll be right back" she said moving out of the room to find the supplies to help Logan feel better. She went into her bathroom and looked in the medicine cabinet; her mom had to keep Tylenol and a thermometer somewhere. Then she finally found it in the corner, she grabbed the thermometer and medicine and headed to her bedroom to find a blanket and a pillow.
She opened her closet and pulled out an extra blanket and pillow and took everything and headed back towards Logan. The sight that she saw in front of her broke her heart, Logan was lying on the couch curled up in a little ball whimpering and sweating; she hurried towards him and ran her hand across his forehead and down his cheek. His eyes opened and looked up at her, she saw that they were glazed over with fever. She picked up the thermometer and gestured towards his mouth, he opened his mouth and she put the thermometer inside.
While waiting for the verdict of the thermometer she sat their awkwardly no knowing exactly what to do. Logan's eyes had closed and he shivered against the coldness of the metal thermometer. Her eyes fell on the blanket and pillow and she realized that she had never given them to him. She gently lifted his head off of the couch and rested the pillow beneath it; his eyes opened and looked at her gratefully. Then, she unfolding the blanket and lay it across his shivering frame. His eyes slid shut again.
A moment later the thermometer beeped causing Logan to jump a bit, Camille put a gentle hand to his cheek and then removed the thermometer from his mouth. She glanced at the digital readout, 102.4. As if reading her mind Logan questioned, "What is my temperature?" Camille contemplated not telling him, she didn't need him to worry about himself, that was her job. But in the end she realized that no matter how sick Logan was he was still stubborn and he probably wouldn't let her keep the information from him.
"102.4" she said calmly to him. "That's not too bad" he responded, and then looking at her confused face he continued "From how badly I feel I really thought that it was higher than that" he finished. He looked back up at Camille and her heart melted at the sad and weak look in his eyes. "It's ok" she said "I'm going to take care of you."