Soooo... I quickly wrote this down for my lovely followers of this story, because well finals have been a real big pain in the ass and I don't know when I will update next. That plus the fact that my computer's hard drive crash beyond repair, thankfully my father could get most of my stuff back. I know I seemed a bit harsh the last chapter, but I was so totally not happy with my several attempts at chapter six.
Anyway I hope you all enjoy. Wally's point of view this time. ;D
Please review with ideas if you have any.
He just wished that she would stop looking at him with that look in her eye, of just complete and utter sadness. He just wanted to take her into his arms and wipe away all the anguish she was feeling.
But he can't.
Because he is tired, exhausted and sick.
He still tried to make the effort.
She frowned, "Lie back down mister or I'll make you."
He smirked and let out a weak laugh, "You know you wanna."
She adjusted the cold cloth on his forehead as her brow creased, "This isn't a game Wally."
"It's just a cold," he croaked out.
"It was a cold until it turned into pneumonia." She said shaking the prescription from the doctor in his face, "You should have listened to me when I told you to go to the doctor."
She was mad and she did have good reason to be, but it still made him mad that she's lecturing him like a child, "I had finals! You expect me miss one of those for a stupid cold?"
"Well there was after." She said defiantly crossing her arms.
He rolled his eyes, seeing it was about the only thing that could move without hurting, "It's not like I am going to die or anything."
The amount of distress that crossed her face surprised him.
"You don't know that." She whispered.
He grabbed for her hand and attempted to pull her closer to the bed, "Artemis I'll be okay. I'm getting better aren't I?"
She laughed, "You are talking back, again."
"See," he said, "I'll be fine."
She smiled and he knew he did his job.