Chapter Two
"Kelly," came the call from the bedroom. Tracey's rasping voice was barely audible, but Kelly picked up on it immediately. "Kelly," Tracey begged once again.
"I'm coming," Kelly called out in a soothing voice as she swung her legs off the couch. She rushed down the relatively short hallway and over to the bed. She sat down next to Tracey and wrapped her arm around her girlfriend's thin shoulders. "How do you feel?" Kelly asked as she moved strands of Tracey's hair off her still burning forehead. "Any better?"
Tracey thought about it for a moment, which was a good sign. Previously she would have just groaned and shook her head no. "Maybe a little," she whispered.
Kelly glanced over at the clock that was still sitting on the night stand. It now read one in the afternoon. Tracey had been asleep for five hours. "Do you want some more medicine?" she offered.
Tracey nodded. "Yes, please," she said weakly.
Kelly nodded as she kissed Tracey's forehead lightly. "I'll be right back," she promised. "Is there anything else you want while I'm out? Something to drink?" she asked in a hopeful tone. "Eat, possibly?"
Tracey shook her head. "No, thanks," she whispered. "But hurry," she said.
"Of course," Kelly promised as she kissed Tracey's forehead again. She handed her girlfriend the remote to the television and left the room quickly. Once in the kitchen, she looked for the two medicines Tracey was taking. One was for her fever, and the other was for her stomach. Kelly retrieved both bottles and got the correct portion of medicine out. She started heating up some toast and poured a glass of water for Tracey. As the toast was cooking, she popped into the main room to see if there was any particular DVD set she thought Tracey might like to watch. She scanned the choices, but nothing was jumping out at her.
She shrugged and walked back to the kitchen. She carefully removed the toast and placed it on a small plastic plate. She put the plate as well as the glass and medicine on a tray, which she carried into the bedroom. "Room Service," she called as she walked over to the bed. She carefully placed the tray down then sat down next to Tracey. She propped her girlfriend's head up against her shoulder. "What are you watching?" she asked curiously.
"Cheers," Tracey replied simply. "And before you start, I don't look like Lilith."
Kelly smiled slightly. "We'll continue this argument when you're feeling better," she said as she reached for the glass of water and medicine. "Open," she added as she handed Tracey the container.
For the first time since she had been sick, Tracey finally smiled widely. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?"