Fever
"I don't feel good," I pout with a raspy voice.
"Oh baby," Rachel coos, climbing into bed and kneeling next to me. She leans over and places her small hand on my forehead. I close my eyes, thankful for her soft touch and cool hands.
"Oh my God! You're burning up," She gasps, her hand moving down to caress my cheek. "You're not going today."
"But babe, I promised I would make it to the cast brunch with you," I tell her. "I'm… I'm fine."
I break out into a fit of coughing and she shakes her head.
"We're not going to the cast brunch."
"We?"
"Yes, we. I'm staying home to take care of my man."
