Hey guys. I'm really sorry for such a long wait. My mom flew oversees and took the laptop I use to update this story. Now I'm here with her and the laptop and I can start updating again! Again I'm really sorry. This is kind of a shorter chapter but it's really cute and fluffy. My next chapter will be up very soon. I hope you all enjoy!
Right after Darren shut the door and waved bye to Cory, he went into Chris' room to check on him and see in what condition he was in. He was lying on the bed, wrapped up in a blanket with his head tipped on the side and his hands on his stomach. Darren took notice of how pale he was and how warm the room was even though Chris was wrapped up in a blanket. Darren went over to sit by him and saw that although Chris looked tired, he wasn't sleeping.
"Hey Chris, I thought you were sleeping. I came in here quietly because I didn't want to wake you up," Darren smiled at Chris.
Darren's hand patted Chris' head. His hand then came down to touch Chris' forehead. As he touched Chris' forehead, his hand immediately flew back.
"Ouch! I think I burned my hand!" Darren teased.
Chris smiled back and gave a small cough.
"Hey you ok?" Darren asked with a worried glance.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"That's good. You certainly do look like it!" Darren said sarcastically
"Hey, no making fun of the sick person!" Chris teased as he playfully slapped Darren's thigh.
"I'll get you back for that when you're better," Darren smirked.
"Not if you can't catch me!"
"Oh, so you wanna play that game?"
"Bring it on!" Chris said a little louder than normal and then started into a coughing fit.
Darren quickly changed from his quick humored self into his caring side. He patted Chris' back and quickly brought him a cup of water to drink.
"Thank you," Chris said weakly as he finished half of the water in the cup and then gave it back to Darren so he could put it on the counter.
"No problem," Darren said sympathetically.
"Ok joking time is over. Time to be serious….at least for now," Darren said while grabbing the thermometer.
"Here let me take your temperature."
Chris turned his head to the side and Darren put the thermometer in his ear.
A few silent moments passed by as they both waited anxiously until they heard the beep.
Darren took the thermometer out of Chris' ear and examined closely at the temperature. Once he looked at it, his eyes popped out and his head went back out of surprise.
"Chris, what was the highest your temperature has ever been?"
"Umm I don't know…. I think like…. 102. Maybe even higher. Why, what does the thermometer read?"
Darren gulped before starting his sentence. "It says…102.6…."
"Oh….."
"Here I'm gonna go get you a wet cloth to try and bring down that fever. In the meantime, take off that blanket. I have a feeling it's gonna make you worse. It's adding extra heat to your body and right now heat is not what your body needs."
"But…. I'm cold…."
"Yeah, I know Chris; but it's for the better. I'll give you some Tylenol and hopefully that will make you feel better too."
"Also what would you like to eat? Have any preferences?" Darren asked.
"Well….I'm not really hungry right now. Can I eat later?"
Darren looked at Chris with surprised eyes. "Chris you haven't eaten all day. And whatever you did eat is well out of your system. You need to eat something….. Here you can start off my drinking some orange juice and then I can make you some toast. That sound good?"
Chris groaned but agreed and nodded his head. "Fine"
"Thanks Chris. I know you don't have much of an appetite now but you have to try. I promise you'll start to feel better once you start to eat something. Also you at least have to have something inside your stomach for me to give you Tylenol. It says so on the directions." Darren smiled.
"Fine you win," Chris smiled back and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"I always win," Darren winked back.