After Paul leaves, I crash in bed. Sleep sounds like the best thing ever and I definitely take advantage of it. I end up sleeping until 3 o' clock and I feel better, but still not well enough to do anything. I check my temperature and see that the fever has gone down, but it's still there. I take another Tylenol to help it and try to eat some soup. I don't eat very much of the soup and I munch on a few crackers. If this is what Paul was saying, hopefully I'll be over it by tomorrow. I hate being sick.
Charlie asks if I need anything. I tell him no, that I just want to go back upstairs and lay down. I check my phone and see that I have a message from Paul. He asked if I am ok, and I reply telling him that I feel a little better, but not much. I've kept food down, so that's a good sign. He's glad that I'm ok, but he tells me to call him if I need anything. He says that he'll stop by after work tomorrow to check on me. He's such a sweet boyfriend.
I check my email quickly and find nothing but spam. In being sick I find that there is absolutely nothing to do except watch TV, but even then, I don't watch much TV and there probably isn't anything interesting to watch even for a sick girl. I pick up my copy of Pride & Prejudice. If there isn't anything better to do, then I might as well reread a book. I was thinking of rereading it anyway, so now I have an excuse. Like that would even matter. I love the classics. Wuthering Heights is my favorite and it always has been. I think I read it at least once or twice a year and I never get sick of it.
After reading for a while, I take a shower and hope that will help some. I start to get achy and the hot water helps relieve the tension and helps me relax a little. I think being sick and, deep down though I wouldn't admit it to Paul, knowing that Victoria is still out there, has me tensed up. I hate the feeling, but I can't help it. It's too much going on at once. Edward left almost a year ago and Victoria is still out there somewhere. Why can't she just get over it? Stupid vampires. They never did me any good. I like werewolves now. Paul probably already knows that this is stressing me out, but I won't admit it to him. He's stressed about it and he doesn't want me to worry.
The shower does help relieve the achyness and relaxes me a lot more than I was. I change clothes and go back into my room and continue to read. The boring life a sick teenager. After a while, I go back downstairs to eat a little more and pray that I am well again tomorrow. I hate being sick. It's miserable and boring and just plain stupid.
I wake up feeling much better late Monday morning. I eat a bowl of cereal for breakfast and check my temperature. It's back to normal and that makes me really happy. No more illness and I can get back to having a normal life today. Charlie has to go into the station today so I'm here alone until Paul gets off at two to check on me. Until then I take it easy and fold the laundry that I meant to do yesterday. I feel better, but I don't want to do too much. I have to work tomorrow so I'll save up my energy for that. I go in the kitchen to do the dishes, but there are none. Charlie must have done them yesterday since I was sick.
I hear the rumbling of a truck pull up at 2:45 and that tells me that Paul is here. He walks in the door quietly and peaks his head in the living room where I am. "Hey. You look better." he says.
"I feel better. A lot better." Paul comes to sit by me on the couch and places a kiss on my cheek and puts him arm around my shoulder. "What was that?" I ask.
"A kiss on the cheek?" he questions.
"I don't want a kiss on the cheek," I complain. "Lips."
"I figured you would tell me no since you were sick yesterday."
"I would never reject a kiss from you."
He only laughs and plants a kiss on my lips. "Happy now?" he smiles and I nod. "So, are you well again?"
"Yeah. No fever and I have kept food down. I feel fine."
"Good. I hate seeing you sick. Sorry I couldn't stay longer yesterday."
"Don't worry about it. I know that you didn't want to be here with Charlie here watching over you the whole time. It was really uneventful after you left anyway. You didn't miss anything. Did you just get out of the shower? You smell nice." I ask suddenly.
"Yeah. I didn't think you would appreciate it if I came here sweaty and dirty."
"I'm glad that you did shower, then. I don't want a dirty, sweaty werewolf sitting on my couch." I joke. "When are you out next for patrol?"
"Friday. Tomorrow is September. Your birthday is coming up."
"Yeah. What are you saying?"
"What do you want? Anything? It's not good for a boyfriend to not give his girlfriend something. I already have something in mind, but is there anything that you actually want?"
"I already told you. You can get me whatever you want, as long as it doesn't cost anything. I don't want you to spend money on me. You're already giving me enough by going out there every night and trying to get Victoria."
"So, that's your final answer? As long as it doesn't cost anything?"
"Yes. You and the rest of the pack are doing enough already. It wouldn't be fair if you spent money on me, too."
"Well, tell me if you think of something."
"I will, but don't count on it." I promise him.
"Do you have to work tomorrow?"
"Yeah. Two to eight. It's not so bad. It's better than opening and closing. Do you have a normal schedule this week?"
"Yeah. It's back to normal now. And as it gets closer to winter, things should really slow down as far as big projects go. No one is going to want big outside things done when it's so cold."
"Good. Then maybe we can spend more time together."
"Yeah. Definitely spend more time together." He gives me another kiss on the lips.