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Day two. Maria DeLuca thought to herself. Day two of feeling sick as a dog and no sleep. She looked over her shoulder at the other side of the bed where her boyfriend of six years was fast asleep just as he was every night.

If there was only one thing that Maria knew about him it was that once Michael Guerin was asleep very little could wake him. Not even her tossing and turning and groaning in pain could cause him to stir. Not that she wanted to be kept company by a grouchy alien but anything would be better then being sucked into watching infomercials until the morning news started. She was burning up, the sweat was beading down her temples causing her hair to stick she pushed it away to find her hands soaked, as she stared at the ceiling.

Just when she thought she might have gotten comfortable Michael rolled over and draped his arm around Maria's chest and his head near her shoulder.

She was too hot; she couldn't take Michael's heavy body heat mixing with hers.

"Michael, I'm too hot right now." She told him as she tried to move underneath him. When he didn't shift she spoke again. "Michael, move." She started shoving him back to his side of the bed, which caused him to wake.

"What- what's wrong?" He asked while his eyes adjusted to the dark. When he moved his hand he realized that Maria was sweating profusely. "Why are you sweating so much?" He asked a little more coherent and with a sound of alarm in his voice.

"Nothing, I just hot." She brushed off. Turning on her side to face away from him.

Michael reached over and touched her forehead. "You're not just too hot Maria, your burning up. What's wrong with you?" He demanded.

"Nothing, I've been sick the last few days and these hot flashes are just part of the package." She rolled over to face him again. "I'll be fin-." She cut herself off due to the increased amount of saliva in her mouth. "I'll be sick." She managed before running to the bathroom.

Michael followed her to make sure she was alright. "Maria, baby, we need to get you to the hospital." He said joining her near the toilet.

Maria was hugging the rim with one arm while trying to look Michael in the eye. "I'm sure it's just the stomach flu, I'll be fine in a couple of days. I just need to rest. I'm gonna call in sick tomorrow." She assured him.

"I'll stay with you okay?" He smoothed her hair from her face which was paler then usual, as well as her lips. She looked like death was knocking on her door.

"Michael, it's just a bug, time is all it will take. Give me a few days and it will all be fine. There's no reason for both of us to miss work. It's not something we can afford right now. I'll be fine really." She reassured him.

"Are you sure? Because I have a few days coming up, if you want me to stay with you."

"No, really, I'll be okay. I'd rather have you take your days off when I'm not making out with the toilet." She smiled a small smile.

"Okay, you want to go back to bed, or you think your still gonna be sick?" He asked still running his fingers through her hair.

"Yeah, I think I'm ok." She told him as she started to get up.

Michael grabbed her arm and helped her then grabbed on to her waist and flushed the toilet for her.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked once more.

"Yeah, I'm just a little tired." She spoke once again.

Michael helped her into bed then laid down next to her holding her in his arms.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"You know you can't wake me up all on your own." He smiled.

"Yeah, you're a log." She teased him. Running her hands down his arm.

"I love you."

"I love you too." She responded.

Michael kissed her forehead before shutting his eyes again. "Try and get some sleep."

"Mmm." She muttered before crashing.

It wasn't long after that Michael was out again too.