7 a.m. on July the second. I get a call from Dallas, saying that he can't get out of bed. 10 a.m. is good, 9 a.m. is fine, 8 a.m. is alright, but 7 a.m.?! Oh dog…

I quietly and quickly eat breakfast and get ready before I cruise to my boyfriend's house. Something's amiss, I don't know how, but I can feel it. I get there and I open the front door, and I tell you I almost bolted back to the Rockhopper.

Dallas is sprawled out on the living room floor on his face and in all sorts of awkward angles. I flip him over onto his back and brush back his battered bangs. His eyes are closed and his beak is open. He must have passed out after unlocking the front door and getting back to his bedroom. I try and finally manage to drag him into bed, and when I pull the covers over him, I noticed something that would've made Dallas burst with laughter.

"Oh Dally, I see what you did there." I know Dallas purposely had his shirt off so he could see me flinch. Sorry, I was raised to where all the guys wore a shirt, so lay off. What tipped me off was Dallas' ruffled wings.

I feel Dallas' forehead and he is hot! What I mean is he has a very high fever! Maybe that's why his shirt is off, so he can try and cool down. I rush into the kitchen to get a cool washrag and a cup of water.

It takes me a few minutes to get the wet rag and water to his room. When I step in, Dallas is sitting up, rubbing his head. I rush to his side and press the rag against his forehead. "Dallas." He looks at me with bleary eyes. "Ester, you came." I kiss him on the cheek lightly. "Of course I did. Now you must lay back down and rest." He obeys and yawns. "So Ester, did I make ya flinch?" Embarrassed, I simply shrug and hand him the glass of water. I didn't want to admit anything, so I changed the topic. "I thought angels couldn't get sick?" Dallas took a sip and sighed. "Well, we can get sick and die, like Houston."

Right, but Houston is a demon. Dallas hands the glass back to me. "Sorry for waking you up at 7 a.m. Ester." I smile weakly. "Not your fault you need me." Dallas wraps a wing around my shoulders and winked. "I know. Hey, I love you Ester, even more than the farthest reaches of the heavens and universe." I brush back my boyfriend's warm cheek. "I love you too Dally. I love you sooo much."

"Enough to give me another kiss perhaps? Other than the cheek?"

I can't resist just...can't. He's sick and miserable. I bend down and give my angel a get well kiss. And he in turn, gives me a fever's kiss.