Title: When Reality Strikes
I realized it was time for me to take another pill so I went to the bathroom to get another glass of water. When I looked in the mirror I was shocked at my appearance. I looked like I was going to keel over any second. On my way back to bed I grab my bag so I could make a few calls. I had another two more calls to make when I heard the door open. I looked up and Mark was standing beside the bed with his hands on his hips. I finished the call and as soon as I put my phone down he started to yell. "Didn't I tell you to stay in bed while I was gone?" I fluff up my pillows and lean back against them. "Well as you can see I am in bed. You never left any orders not to use the phone. I only have a cold so I don't know what the big deal is."
Mark sighs and goes over to his bag and starts pulling out clothes. "Well little miss its only a cold when I went back to the arena I spoke with Dr. Johnson and he told me if you don't take care of yourself you could end up with pneumonia. That sounds pretty serious to me. So are you going to take care of yourself?" I pick up the remote and turn on the TV. I guess Mark gets fed up with me and goes into the bathroom to shower and change. While he's in there I try to muffle the sounds of me coughing. When he walks out a short time later I notice he is only wearing those damn pajama bottoms again. I watch him walk around the room putting things away. I decide his guard must be down so I go in for the kill. "Why did you tell the hotel to cancel the other room?" I watch the muscles tighten up in his back before he turns to me. "I figured your too damn stubborn to take care of yourself and I told you I feel a little responsible for you sleeping in the car in the first place so I'm going to stay tonight to make sure you don't die in your sleep." Ok so he answered that question pretty easily.
"Why did you get so mad at Glenn at the arena?" I notice he's starting to get agitated and from my short experience with him I should back down right now but I can't help myself. He wouldn't hurt a sick woman; well I at least hope he won't. Mark walks over to the mini bar and pulls out a small bottle of Jack Daniels and downs it in one shot. "He was getting involved in business that didn't involve him. We get into fights all the time. That's a part of being best friends." I tap my chin in thought. "Well since I've been working here I do admit I've seen you guys have arguments but they never resulted in both of you wrestling around on the floor. What seemed to set you off today?" Mark cracks his knuckles and I know I'm really pushing my luck at this point. "I just didn't get enough sleep last night. I was in a bad mood and I took it out on him. I've already apologized to him and we've worked things out."
"I'm glad you guys talked things over. I really like Glenn." I watch the jealousy leap into his eyes and I bit my tongue from laughing out loud. I knew all along he was pissed at Glenn taking care of me. It seems the big dog has feelings after all. "Oh Mark I forgot to tell you apparently the cell phone fairy came while I was sleeping. Can you believe it?" Mark goes over to the couch and sits down. He puts his feet up on the coffee table. "I broke your phone so I replaced it. Let's not make a federal case out of it all right?" I almost open my mouth and tell him he could of just gotten me the same phone but instead he got me a better model but once again I keep my mouth shut. We both sit in silence for a few minutes before I ask him about one last thing.
"Ok let's just go over a few things. You're staying here because you feel responsible. You got into a fight with Glenn because you guys always fight and you didn't have any sleep. You brought me a new cell phone because you broke mine so you were just replacing it. This has nothing to do with feelings am I correct so far?" Mark glares at me and nods his head. All I keep thinking in my head is gotcha. "Then how come when I woke up I found a rose on the nightstand?"