Day 2!
"I hate you."
Ash tilted his head, letting the contents in his backpack fall on the bed. "Well, good to know we are getting through this together." He grimaced when he heard her cough again, yearning to take away the pain he knows she's enduring.
She didn't resurface from the sea of pillows and blankets that she collapsed on a couple of hours ago, refusing to even lift her head from the pillow her face was buried in. She had a good reason to hate him. Well, at least, in her sleepy and cold mind she has a good reason to hate him. Putting blame on herself meant she couldn't complain to him without guilt, therefore, it was his fault.
"Dawn, are you sure you don't want to go to the doctor? Gary said he got antibiotics and- "
"Shut up."
"I love you more than the world itself but I think you're placing blame on the wrong person," he grinned as he successfully drew her out of her pile of pillows.
She narrowed her dark blue eyes at his appearance. Opening her mouth to respond, they both turn their head to the door when there's commotion heard downstairs.
"Ash," Gary shouted from downstairs, "Is Dawn still alive?"
If possible, he felt her mood turn even more sour. "Get. Him. Out. Of. Here." she hissed threateningly at her slightly terrified and amused boyfriend.
Without wasting a second, turning his head away from his ill girlfriend. "Gary" he calls downstairs, "I think you should go before Dawn regains her strength and attempts to strangle you."
Gary said, "Got it. I still love you Dawn! " accompanied with the sound of the door slamming closed, which seemed to made Dawn feel a bit better.
Collapsing back into her sea of pillows, she sighed miserably.
"Dawn c'mon."
She sighed again, which was now filled with frustration. "Don't make me," she mumbled weakly into the fabric.
Suddenly she feels a dip in the bed shake her and then feels her aching body being gently pulled on top of his. She knows without looking that her head is laying on his chest and she feels one of his hands running through her unruly bed head and the other wrapped tightly around her waist, keeping her pressed against him.
Ash carefully untangled his hand from her hair and brings it to her cheek, using one of his finger to trace her cheekbones and frowning when he feels her hot temperature. "You have to take the medicine I just bought you. I don't care how much you hate me." he mummers quietly and brushes a kiss on her warm forehead.
"This wouldn't be necessary if Gary was never born," she mumbles defeated into his chest.
"I think that's a little harsh."
"No," her voice raising slightly, "He got me sick and you let him get me sick."
He chuckled quietly, murmuring his response against her forehead, "You caught us. We wanted to make sure you, and only, you, got sick."
"Thanks for finally admitting it, world's worst boyfriend ever."
Glancing down, he smiled softly as he studied her face. She's been sick the past two days. Her nose is red from the amount of times she's rubbed it or has blown her nose. Her eyes are watery from her constant coughing. Her hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction in a mix of her straight hair and some small braids that she never took out. "You look beautiful," he grins when she meets his eyes with doubt.
He wishes he could say he was lying. He wants to be lying. He couldn't count on two hands the amount of times he has lied to some of his female friends to make them feel better, when they looked terrible. He wishes it were the case with Dawn because he knows he's in too deep. This, though, is the truth because he finds her red nose endearing and her bed head the most adorable thing ever.
"You are such a lair," she scoffs, her chin settling on his chest while she looks up at him.
"I wish I was." Leaning down he captures her lips with his own and for a second, she relaxes into his hold.
Too quickly, in his opinion. She breaks the kiss, "But I'm sick."
He leans in again, brushing his nose against hers, "I really, really don't care."
Their lips meet again and Ash uses the hand in her hair to pull her closer to him. He backs up only slightly, "I love you."
Her answer was mumbled with their lips partially touching, but, she responds, grinning happily, "I love you too." She reaches her hand up to pull his head down once more.
"You still have to take your medicine."
"I hate you."
