Chris blearily stumbled through his room, getting dressed. He pulled on a
pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, nicer than his usual attire. He was
driving to Jill's, and that qualified as a special occasion. He brushed his teeth
vigorously, and walked down his front steps to his Jeep parked in front of his
house. He started it up and began his drive to Jill's house.
Meanwhile, Carlos was busy carrying Jill into his car, also preparing
to drive to her house. He carried her down to his convertible, lay her prone
form across the back seat, and got into the driver's seat. He began to drive
across town.
Chris had been banging on Jill's door for five minutes, sporadically
also ringing her bell. Where was she? Her SUV was in the driveway, and Jill
was NOT an early riser. What was going on?
Heaving a huge sigh, he walked back to his Jeep and drove home,
bitterly disappointed. How was he going to spend the day?
Carlos, meanwhile, pulled up just minutes after Chris had drove off.
He carried Jill into her house after unlocking the door with keys he'd found
in her purse. He carried her up the stairs and laid her in bed, covering her up.
He ran downstairs and brought a chair from the kitchen as well as a damp,
cool cloth from the bathroom. He placed the chair next to her bed and placed
the cloth on her forehead. He fixed his face into a look of concern.
After about a half-hour, Jill stirred and woke. "C-Carlos? What…are
you…doing here?" she rasped, her voice hoarse.
"You got sick last night at the restaurant, Jill. I brought you here, and
I've been taking care of you since last night," he explained. He hoped he
sounded sincere.
"Thank you…that's incredibly nice of you. But…what's wrong with
me?" she asked, confusion clouding her eyes.
"I'm not sure. I think it's just a fever, but I'm not leaving until I'm
sure that you're OK," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
"Thank you. I really appreciate that," she said, her eyes childlike. She
was too weak to argue anyway.
She was also too weak too resist as Carlos leaned over and gently
kissed her.
pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, nicer than his usual attire. He was
driving to Jill's, and that qualified as a special occasion. He brushed his teeth
vigorously, and walked down his front steps to his Jeep parked in front of his
house. He started it up and began his drive to Jill's house.
Meanwhile, Carlos was busy carrying Jill into his car, also preparing
to drive to her house. He carried her down to his convertible, lay her prone
form across the back seat, and got into the driver's seat. He began to drive
across town.
Chris had been banging on Jill's door for five minutes, sporadically
also ringing her bell. Where was she? Her SUV was in the driveway, and Jill
was NOT an early riser. What was going on?
Heaving a huge sigh, he walked back to his Jeep and drove home,
bitterly disappointed. How was he going to spend the day?
Carlos, meanwhile, pulled up just minutes after Chris had drove off.
He carried Jill into her house after unlocking the door with keys he'd found
in her purse. He carried her up the stairs and laid her in bed, covering her up.
He ran downstairs and brought a chair from the kitchen as well as a damp,
cool cloth from the bathroom. He placed the chair next to her bed and placed
the cloth on her forehead. He fixed his face into a look of concern.
After about a half-hour, Jill stirred and woke. "C-Carlos? What…are
you…doing here?" she rasped, her voice hoarse.
"You got sick last night at the restaurant, Jill. I brought you here, and
I've been taking care of you since last night," he explained. He hoped he
sounded sincere.
"Thank you…that's incredibly nice of you. But…what's wrong with
me?" she asked, confusion clouding her eyes.
"I'm not sure. I think it's just a fever, but I'm not leaving until I'm
sure that you're OK," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
"Thank you. I really appreciate that," she said, her eyes childlike. She
was too weak to argue anyway.
She was also too weak too resist as Carlos leaned over and gently
kissed her.