Ch. 36
Casey's POV
When Alex gets home Wednesday night she looks horrible. Aside from looking like she hasn't slept in two days she's almost translucent and has a green tint. I shoot up from my seat and go to her.
"hey are you feeling okay baby?" I ask her trying not to freak out.
I put my cheek to her forehead she's burning up.
"no." she says.
She sounds congested.
"let's get you to bed."
I help her get out of her clothes and into her pajamas.
"just a- all the s- s- sudden I felt hor-r-r-rible." she stutters.
She's shivering. I have her drink some water.
"you're staying home."
"no I- I'll- be-" she jumps up and makes a dive for the bathroom.
I go in and hold her hair back and rub her back as she heaves. Poor Alex. She's over working herself so much she got sick. I feel horrible. She can't keep doing this. Once she finishes I help clean her up and get her back to bed. I put every blanket with in reach over her.
"you're staying home tomorrow." I kiss her cheek and hold her close.
"no it's just something I ate."
I'm not budging she's staying home until she feels better. I'm not sending her out to the office and have her get worse.
I spend the whole night taking care of Alex. She wouldn't stop throwing up or shivering. I get under the blankets to hold her and try to warm her up. This is awful. I know last night she was up working. I didn't say anything though because I know she's trying, and I don't want to make it harder for her, but if working these hours at the office, and coming home to do more work is making her so stressed she gets this sick I don't know if I can handle it anymore. I don't like seeing her like this.
Finally at 5 o'clock I put on some clothes and go out to find an open pharmacy. When I get home Alex is trying to get out of bed, but isn't having much success.
"whoa slow down."
"I need to get to work." she mumbled.
"no. You're staying home." I put her back under the covers.
"but I have to."
"Alex you're sick. You're going to stay here so I can take care of you. Work can wait. I want you to feel better."
I have her take some medicine and she falls back asleep.
At 7 I call the office to tell them I wont be in today. Alex can barely sit up by herself l'm not leaving her alone. I hated even leaving her to go to the pharmacy for 10 minutes. Then I call Alex's office and let them know she wont be in. The secretary I talked to was actually very nice and said it was no problem.
Not even half an hour after I call her office her phone starts ringing waking her up. Seriously she needs her rest. She goes to grab her phone.
"no Alex sleep I got it."
I take the phone call out to the kitchen.
"Alex Cabot's phone." I answer.
"Cavit is that you?" a woman on the other line says.
"no this is Casey. Who's this?"
"Maria, I work with Alexa is she there?"
Alexa? Did I hear her right?
"oh no I called the office a while ago. Alex is out sick today."
"what?" the woman's tone drops.
"she's sick."
"can you tell her to take a tylenol or something I need her."
"excuse me?"
Is this woman serious?
"she's puking and can barely get out of bed. So no she cannot just take a tylenol or something just because you need her. It's because of your office over working her that she probably got as sick as she is. Now unless you want to deal with me I suggest you move on and figure something else out, because she is not going to work today or tomorrow. Have a nice day." I hang up the phone.
Take a tylenol or something. Really? That woman's lucky I wasn't there in person to scream at her. She over works my Alex and then still wants to over work her when she's sick. Absolutely not.
I go back to check her and shut off her phone.
"I'm cold." she mumbles.
"you want more blankets?"
She nods.
I go and find all the blankets we have. When I come back I help her out of her sweaty pajamas and into new ones.
"I'm tired."
"I know baby."
I hate this I hate seeing her like this.
She starts having a coughing fit.
"here drink a little ginger ale." I hold the straw to her mouth.
She shakes her head.
"please."
"sleep."
"Alex please for me."
She lifts her head and takes a few sips.
"good. Thank you." I kiss her forehead.
"I love you." she says.
"I love you too."
She falls back asleep.
My poor Alex. I want her to feel better.
I keep the heat up and make sure she's warm. The next time she wakes up I check her temperature hoping it's not too bad to bring her to the doctor. Thankfully it isn't. I give her some more ginger ale and medicine and she falls back asleep.
"feel better baby." I kiss her forehead.
I sit in the bed with her for the day. Checking her temperature and giving her ginger ale. She cuddles up to me for more warmth. I love her so much and I hate seeing her sick and in pain. I think maybe it's time to start thinking of talking to her DA or supervisor or whoever is giving her these ridiculous hours.
Occasionally Alex will wake up and start coughing. She sounds awful, and the ginger ale doesn't seem to want to help anymore. She's slept for most of the day and I don't blame her. She wakes up again around 6 and starts coughing and heaving. I wish I could make this stop for her. She clutches her chest and heaves over the bowl. She finishes and falls back on her pillow still coughing up a storm. I give her some more ginger ale.
"ouch." She squeaks.
I help her sit up so I can get her medicine.
"you're so good to me."
Her voice is rough and raspy.
"shhh don't hurt your throat."
"I'm sorry I'm such a crappy girlfriend."
"you're not a crappy girlfriend. You're the best and most beautiful girlfriend in the whole world. I love you very very much. What I don't love is when you over work and get sick because of it."
"sorry."
"it's not your fault now just rest for me okay. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." I kiss her forehead which still feels warm.
She snuggles back up.
The night isn't much different from the last. She wakes up a lot, but instead of throwing up she's coughing like crazy. She needs to feel better damn it. Why didn't I become a doctor or something?
The next morning she's awake a little more because the coughing is keeping her awake.
"I can take my own medicine." she rasps.
"nope I'm doing it you're sick." I give her the medicine.
I don't want Alex to lift a finger. I like taking care of her.
"I'll get you more ginger ale and call work." I tell her.
"no I can do it." she says over a cough.
"no rest. Or else." I tell her.
I call both offices. Just as I'm about to call her office the phone starts ringing. I barely get in a hello before someone starts yelling into the phone.
"where are you?"
Ouch. It's the woman on the phone yesterday. The same one who pretty much wanted Alex to take a tylenol work a miracle and go to work yesterday.
"she's still sick."
"seriously. Is it really that bad that she can't just wing it?" the woman asks.
"yes it is serious." I tell her.
"what do you know? Are you her doctor?" she says in a condescending tone.
"I'm her girlfriend, and I know what's best for her. Which is staying home from work. Now leave her the hell alone. She's sick and you're going to have to survive without her until Monday." I hang the phone up.
"you don't have to be such a bitch."
Is she kidding me? What is she sixteen?
"Goodbye." I hang up the phone.
I get Alex what she needs and go back to our room.
"here you go." I give her the ginger ale.
"who were you yelling at?" she asks.
"some woman at your office. Don't worry about it."
"what'd she say to you?" she asks worried.
She starts coughing again.
"don't worry rest please."
She sits back.
"do you think if I made you some soup you might want some?" I ask her.
"will you cuddle me for a while first?" she asks.
I climb onto the bed and hold her.
"love you." she says snuggling close.
I love Alex. I hope who ever that woman was on the phone gets a piece of her mind real soon. If not I'm just going to have to talk to McCoy, and he's going to have to listen.
Alex falls asleep quickly. She's so beautiful when she sleeps. I hate leaving her, but she going to need food when she wakes up. I manage to squirm out of her cuddle without waking her. I try to be as quiet as I can in the kitchen while making the soup, but not quiet enough because when I go to bring the tray to the room Alex is sitting on the couch with a smile. Good this is a sign we're headed in the right direction of her getting better.
"you need your rest baby." I tell her.
"I made it though."
I attempt to feed her, but she declines.
"I'm sick not a baby. I don't need to be spoon fed."
But I like babying her.
She eat a good amount of the soup.
"this is delicious." she tells me.
Her voice is still pretty raspy and sick sounding.
"on the phone who were you talking to?" she asks.
Her face falls when I tell her. She looks ready to kill someone. She's sick and I don't want her to worry. I've been called much worse things than a bitch. I should've kept my mouth shut. The only thing Alex needs to worry about is feeling better.
"no Alex don't do that face. It's fine. It doesn't bother me."
That was the last of talking about that. The rest of the night was spent with cuddling Alex on the couch watching tv. She fell asleep soon after laying down on me.
I love her so much, and I don't want her to worry about some stupid girl when she's sick. I just want her to feel better. After two hours I figure Alex would be more comfortable in bed. I wake her up and help her in her half awake self to bed. I change into my pajamas and go back to being her human teddy bear for the night.
In the morning I help Alex take a shower. I have to suppress the urges to get up to our usual shower antics.
She's sick, she's sick. She can barely stand. Oh but her wet naked body. No Casey. She's sick. There's plenty of time for that later when she's better. But a week without sex. No Casey no. But- NO! Okay god.
I help her into clean pajamas after the shower. Then help her to the couch. Her body must be killing her by now.
"I'm sorry you have to spend your Saturday taking care of my sick butt."
"I love taking care of you." I kiss her cheek
"I'm really the luckiest girl in the world." she says with a smile
"nope. I am." I throw back.
"I am."
"I am."
She starts to have another coughing fit. I quickly grab the ginger ale for her. I hate the coughing it sounds painful. I hate seeing my Alex in pain like this.
"slow down baby."
The coughing stops after a minute.
"I win." I say to her.
"whatever I still love you the most." she says.
Impossible.
"I love you more."
"I love you more."
"nope."
"yes."
"no."
"I love Casey Novak the most-est-est-est." she draws out.
"that's not a word." I point out.
"yes it is I just invented it."
I can't not love her. I just react and kiss her on the lips.
"don't you'll get sick." she says pulling away.
I don't really care. Kissing Alex is worth it.
"hey I haven't kissed you in days. I don't care at this point I love you too much." I kiss her again.
I spend the rest of the day babying my Alex. I actually like this. Not seeing Alex in pain, but taking care of her, and treating her like a queen. I make sure she has all her medicine and plenty of fluids. I just want her to feel better.
The next morning I'm shaken awake by Alex requesting popsicles.
Anything for my Alex. I don't want to leave her, but if she wants popsicles then I shall get popsicles. I head out and get her the popsicles and more things.
She's laying on me on the couch eating the popsicle and I keep watching her red lips which are extra red from the red popsicle. Stupid urges. Go away. But her lips on my- no go away. Go. She's sick and in pain. This is no time for making love. She hurts. There's always time to make love with Alex Cabot though. No. But lips. No! Lips. NO! Meh. Stupid urges.
"stop that." I finally tell her.
"what?" she turns and asks.
"the popsicle."
"what Casey- that's how you're suppose to eat a popsicle."
Yes but my body doesn't seem to understand that and wants to turn itself on anyway.
"I don't like it." I cross my arms.
"get your head out of the gutter."
It's not even my fault. It's that suppressed raging sexy side of me's fault. I can't help it if my sexy side has extremely bad timing.
"stop eating it all seductively." I tell her.
She starts laughing. Damn it. Even her laugh turns me on. Why does the world torture me with my sexy girlfriend.
"You are very very cute."
"and you're a seductive popsicle eater."
"it's one of my many talents." she kisses my neck
"well stop."
"why?"
"because."
Because I want you and your sick damn it.
She takes the popsicle and puts it against my neck. Great I'm burning up from the heating and being turned on so the popsicle melts right on my skin. She licks the melted juice off my neck. Damn it. Down Casey down. Do not jump your sick sexy girlfriend.
"you're sick." I point out.
"so make me feel better."
I don't want to toot my own horn, but by the sounds she made I think she feels much better.
The next day Alex is going to work. I continue to worry over her that night and into the next morning. She promises to call me at lunch and get home early. I swear if she is late I am driving over there and dragging her beautiful butt out of there.
I keep my phone near me all day just in case. I hope she doesn't call sick I want Alex to feel better. When I'm eating lunch my phone rings. It's her.
"Alex. Are you feeling okay? Do you need me?"
"I feel fine. I miss you."
"good. I miss you too. Now did you take your medicine, and eat your soup first? Have you been getting enough to drink."
"slow down baby. Yes I took some tylenol earlier. I'm eating the soup now, then I'll take my other medicine, and I've burned through three bottles of water. Happy?"
"no."
"why?" she asks.
"because I want to give you a kiss."
"well I'm getting out early so when I get home you can kiss me all you want."
"you better be home early."
"don't worry I'll make sure of it. I'm leaving at 6 no later."
She sounded really confident she'd be getting out early. So I fully intend on cooking her dinner when she gets home. We talked for all of lunch and I hated hanging up the phone. She sounded better, but I get worried about my Alex.
I attempt to get a meeting in with stupid McCoy today, but his stupid secretary said his stupid self was in a meeting. Stupid meetings. After hearing that Maria girl from Alex's office I really don't like her being there.
Take a tylenol and suck it up. How about I take you to my island and feed you to sharks. There I was at home taking care of my Alex, and that lady has the nerve to tell her to suck it up.
I get out of work and head to the store. I keep telling myself not to get too excited, but I can't help it. She sounded like she was sure, and I have to trust she will come home when she says she will be on time.
It's nearing 7 o'clock. It takes just under an hour to get from Alex's office home. I started dinner a few minutes ago, so I hope she'll be home-
"Casey."
She's home.
I go out of the kitchen and to the door. She's standing there with a bunch of flowers.
"I'm home." she smiles.
I'm so happy I shower her in kisses.
"for you." she hands me the flowers.
"thank you." I kiss her.
"something smells good." she says.
"I'm cooking you your first non soup meal. Unless you want soup I can heat some more up for you."
"nope. I'm all good."
We eat dinner together and spend the rest of the evening cuddled up together. This is how it's suppose to be and I hope it stays this way, but I still plan on talking to McCoy come tomorrow morning, because I can't get that Maria girl out of my head. I don't like Alex working with people who are like that. At least here I know who I'm dealing with. I don't know Maria and if I did I'd probably slap her for being mean to Alex.