Hiya! Here's another one-shot! More mileven fluff! I decided to write one where El gets sick! Enjoy!
Mike's P.O.V
I snuggled under my blankets happy with the warmth it gave off. The wind howled outside as snow fell harshly to the ground quickly piling up. There was going to be a snow day. I glanced at me clock. 6:45. No alarm set. Snow day!
I tossed around in bed for a few more minutes, before giving up on sleeping in. I was too excited. I threw on a sweatshirt and tiptoed downstairs to my mother cooking eggs in the kitchen. "Morning Mike. I thought you were going to sleep in?"
"No. I was too excited." I said popping two eggos in the toaster. "Oh. Okay. Are you going sledding with your friends today?" I nodded as the waffles came back out. "Yeah! I'm leaving right now!" I called my mouth full of waffle as I charged up the stairs to change.
I got my coat and scarf and boots and gloves. I felt like a marshmallow. I huffed. I hurried back down the stairs and opened the front door to let in the bitter, frozen air rush in. I inhaled the winter scent. That's when the phone rang. I turned as my mom made a small gasp. "Is she okay?" I heard her whisper.
I whipped around shutting the door, and ran into the kitchen. "What? Mom? Who is it?!"
"Hmm. Yeah. Okay, yes I know." She mouthed the word "Eleven" as she nodded her head to the person on the other line. My eyes widened, and I bolted.
My feet hit the pavement as I ran. I had quickly stripped off half of my winter gear, to nothing more than a coat and boots. I ran as quickly as possible to Will's house.
As soon as I reached their property, I jumped up onto the porch and flung open the door, without knocking. I was too worried to knock. Johnathan gave me a confused look as I frantically ran into the kitchen.
"Where's El?" I asked breathlessly.
"Mike. Mike. Its okay. El's going to be fine. She's just sick."
"Fine?" I didn't have the patience to argue. I ran into the bathroom to Joyce patting El's back as she bent over the toilet. She whispered soothing words as El cried. It felt like glass shards to the heart.
"El." I managed to whisper. She still didn't notice me. Finally she finished and Joyce quickly gave her water to rinse her mouth and a washcloth for her mouth and chin. Tears ran down El's face.
"M-mike?" She barely spoke. I ran to her side. "It's okay El. It's okay. You're just sick. You'll be okay." I tried to be comfort her, but it was hard in the small bathroom and with Joyce looking for medicine in the cabinet. I decided that I needed to do something. "Ms. Byers? Can I take El to her room?"
"Oh yes honey. Please." She was wiping down the bathroom.
"Come on El. Slowly. It's okay." I helped her up and slowly we made our way to her room, with her bed with the purple comforter. I pulled the blankets over her. She sniffled.
"M-mike?"
"Yeah El?"
"What was... bad feeling? How do I make it go away?" I sighed.
"You have the stomach bug El. It's where you get sick and you throw up."
"Throw up?"
"Yes. It's not fun, but it will go away in a day or two. It's okay. I'm not leaving." She looked nervous. I felt worried for her.
"Scared."
"I know El. It's going to be okay. I'm not leaving you. I'll take care of you. I promise."
"Promise." She repeated. I took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Her face was pale and she looked exhausted. She then moved over and patted the bed for me to join her. I debated whether it was a good idea, but being the stupid head that I was, crawled in next to her. I knew that I was probably going to get sick. She looked at me. I felt my heartbeat quicken. "You're going to be okay." I whispered. She nodded.
"I have you." She whispered back. I suddenly felt very proud.
With our hands still locked together, El rested her head on my chest and before I knew it, she asleep. I looked at the soft creases on her face. She was so cute. No. She was more than that. She was beautiful. Even alsleep and sick, she was gorgeous. The way her short hair was growing back laid and her long eyelashes were soft closed. I wanted to kiss her. And being really stupid I did.
I kissed her temple and swear I saw a little smile appear on her face as I parted. But of course the moment was interrupted by Joyce. I silently prayed that she didn't see me kiss her. She walked up with a small smile and placed a cool washcloth oh her forehead. Joyce bent down and placed a thermometer in her ear. She sighed.
"You really care for her, don't you?" This caught me by surprise.
"Uhh... Yeah. Y-you swa that? D-didn't you..." She smiled but said nothing.
"Are you sure you want to stay here all day on your snow day and take care of her."
I nodded and squeezed her hands. "Okay." Joyce said with a shrug and closed the door behind her. I looked at El. I felt her squeeze my hand back. I felt as if it was my job to take care of her. I had never been so sure.
Yay! That's the story. Hoped it turned out okay. Let me know! Until next time,
-Daisy
