"Dawson, you really don't look too good." she said as he laid on his bed.
"I don't really feel too good." he said letting out a sigh and covering his face with his hands, pushing them through his hair.
"Well, then why don't I leave." she said, making her way towards the window.
"No, Joey, don't leave, really."
"Why."
"Because. What if something happens tonight."
"What are you implying." she said, sitting on the bed.
"Stay the night."
"Dawson, we have been through this." she said.
"I don't have enough oxygen to make a move Joey." he said smiling.
"You really don't feel good?" she said, considering her options.
"I'm still winded." he said.
"You look it. Why don't you use you nebulizer. We can finish the movie too." she said.
"I was considering it." It grew quiet. "Okay, sounds good." said Dawson making his way towards his closet to get it.
Joey was near the VCR to put the movie in. After about ten minutes of getting everything together, they settled back into the bed.
"You know, I remember when you were like twelve and you would have an asthma attack and Pacey used to call you asthma boy." said Joey, laughing.
"Hey." said Dawson shooting her a look, taking it out of his mouth.
"Don't you remember though? And your mom would make soup and we would watch a movie. Those were the good old days."
"For you." he said. "Just turn on the movie."
"Whatever." she turned on the movie. After about a half hour of the movie, she said, "Dawson, I want to put the movie louder, is that okay with you?" she said. No answer.
"Dawson." she said, turning towards him in the pitch black. She turned on a lamp. She grabbed the remote and pressed pause. She knew Dawson was asleep. Mouthpiece in his mouth. She pulled it out and turned it off. No way she could sleep with all that buzzing. She turned off the TV and lights again. She sighed. Hopefully he would feel better in the morning....
"I don't really feel too good." he said letting out a sigh and covering his face with his hands, pushing them through his hair.
"Well, then why don't I leave." she said, making her way towards the window.
"No, Joey, don't leave, really."
"Why."
"Because. What if something happens tonight."
"What are you implying." she said, sitting on the bed.
"Stay the night."
"Dawson, we have been through this." she said.
"I don't have enough oxygen to make a move Joey." he said smiling.
"You really don't feel good?" she said, considering her options.
"I'm still winded." he said.
"You look it. Why don't you use you nebulizer. We can finish the movie too." she said.
"I was considering it." It grew quiet. "Okay, sounds good." said Dawson making his way towards his closet to get it.
Joey was near the VCR to put the movie in. After about ten minutes of getting everything together, they settled back into the bed.
"You know, I remember when you were like twelve and you would have an asthma attack and Pacey used to call you asthma boy." said Joey, laughing.
"Hey." said Dawson shooting her a look, taking it out of his mouth.
"Don't you remember though? And your mom would make soup and we would watch a movie. Those were the good old days."
"For you." he said. "Just turn on the movie."
"Whatever." she turned on the movie. After about a half hour of the movie, she said, "Dawson, I want to put the movie louder, is that okay with you?" she said. No answer.
"Dawson." she said, turning towards him in the pitch black. She turned on a lamp. She grabbed the remote and pressed pause. She knew Dawson was asleep. Mouthpiece in his mouth. She pulled it out and turned it off. No way she could sleep with all that buzzing. She turned off the TV and lights again. She sighed. Hopefully he would feel better in the morning....