Lee wasn't doing any better on her end. After falling in and out of sleep for what seemed like forever she felt the need to use the bathroom. She threw off the covers and got out of the warm comfortable bed she had been laying in and put on the sweatpants that were laying on the floor next to it. Sure they were a bit too big but at least they were warm. Feeling miserable she made her way out the door and over to the bathroom, trying to be as stealth as possible.
Just as she was about to turn the doorknob of the bathroom door she heard someone whispering from the couch.
"You okay? Nauseated?", he asked concerned.
She shook her head.
"No it's not that bad, I just need to use the bathroom.", she explained walking into the bathroom and locking the door.
A couple of minutes later she emerged from the bathroom only to find Ray sitting on the couch watching some old Leno re-run.
She walked over to the sofa and sat down next to him.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?", she asked him?
"Can't", he stated simply.
"You should really take the bed, after all, I'm not the one who has to go to work in a couple of hours", she said, trying to persuade him to take the bed.
"I'm fine, plus I've got a night shift so no worries"
"How are you feeling?", he asked turning to face her.
"The same", she answered honestly.
"Why don't I help you back into bed. You really need to get some rest", he told her getting up and tugging her up with him.
Following him back to his room she got back into bed and let him pull the covers back over her.
He laid a hand on her forehead to see if the fever had gone down. Unfortunately it felt about the same.
"You really shouldn't be around me, I'm just going to get you sick", she told him.
"I'm around sick people all day, don't worry", he said, smiling reassuringly while stroking her hair.
Closing her eyes she enjoyed the feeling.
When she could still feel his presence in the room after a couple minutes she scooted over to make room for him in the bed. He laid down next to her as he had many times before. The two had been known each other for almost six years. In a way he was like her Dawson, even though they had shared the same bed many times, the friendship was strictly platonic.
Looking over at the small woman at his side he could see she was fast asleep. He closed his eyes and within minutes, they were both sleeping relatively peacefully.