(New memory)
I wake up and violently puke my guts out. I have been sick for the last 3 weeks or so. I don't know what's wrong but I feel really bad. One because I'm tried and sick all the time and second because I know I'm making Jamie and Jared worry so much.
I lay back on the bed and look at the ceiling. I hear the door open and turn my head to see Jared slowly opening the door.
"I thought I heard you up." Jared says in a voice you use only with children, pets and sick people. He comes in and sets a plate with Toast that he must have made on the ground.
He sits on the bed next to me and pushes a lock of hair out of my face. "How are you feeling, Love?"
"Gross." I smile. Trying to lighten the mood. He laughs lightly.
"Any better?" I nod. Because compared to the last few days. I feel great. "I just heard you throw up. But sometimes that gets all the sickness out if your system." He says as he puts his hand on my forehead. He gasps. " Mel. I think your fever is breaking. You don't feel as hot as yesterday. " he smiles so widely I wander how it doesn't hurt. "Of course you still look as incredibly hot. As always." He adds. I just laugh because I know I must look like a mess.
I wander if it's as hard for him to not kiss me as it is for me. We don't want to risk him getting sick. And since we don't know what I have, we don't know if it's contagious. And how it is. So we haven't been able to kiss for weeks.
It feels vary old time-ie because the best we can do is blow each other kisses. But it's not the same.
"I guess I should leave you to rest more. I'll clean this up for you." He grabs the bin that we had near the bed for this purpose. "I made you some toast. And brought you some Ginger Ale." The only soda souls are okay with and allow in stores. Since it helps with staunch aches.
"Thanks." I say quietly. Not wanting him to leave. I guess he can sense this. Or feels the same because he sets the bin back down. He lightly touches my cheek. And I shiver. He smiles again. And kisses two is his fingers and then lightly presses them to my lips. I giggle.
"Alright. Now, rest. And get better." He leans in and lightly kisses my forehead. " I love you Mel. So much."
"I love you, too." He smiles and picks up the bin. And slowly walks out of the room. Looking back at me every other second to make sure I don't suddenly change. Once he leaves. I stare at the ceiling again. And think about all the incredible times we had on this bed. Talking, kissing, cuddling. Just sleeping and waking up in his arms. God. I love him.
(End)