He looked up from his book when the door opened, not surprised to see Paige hovering there in the doorway. She'd been dropping in periodically all day, sometimes bearing gifts, sometimes not. This time, she had a bright blue bowl in her hands, a spoon sticking out the side. Her face was tentative but he smiled warmly at her and beckoned her in.
"I brought soup." Her voice was soft as she padded lightly into his bedroom, setting the steaming bowl on his nightstand and sitting next to him on the bed. She brushed a strand of hair back off of his forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay," Mike mumbled, eyes half lidded and a lazy smile playing on his face. He was exhausted but she could always find a way to make him perk up. "My head really hurts, though."
Paige softened at this, laying a cool hand on Mike's forehead, feeling the fever resting there. Mike had gone into work this morning around seven thirty, but no one was surprised to see him when he came back around eleven. He'd been complaining of a stomach ache last night and turned in early, but apparently he'd gotten worse today at work because Clarke had sent him home with strict orders not to come back until he was sure he wouldn't pass out reading a file.
"I'm sorry, Mikey," She lowered her voice, "I wish you felt better." Mike sighed, closing his book and setting it aside. He scooted over in the bed, making room for her.
"Lie with me?" Paige smiled warmly and adjusted so she was lying next to him. He rested his head on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his frame.
"Always."
So, that's ridiculously short, but the common theme seems to be that everyone wants more pike. And this little puppy's been sitting in my folder for like a year, so, here. As always, review and subscribe! I'll have more soon.