:Ill:
His head pounded so loudly he didn't even hear the door open. His mouth was dry, his stomach churned and his skin felt horribly clammy. At this point, he truly wished he was dead. A wet cloth was placed on his forehead and he sighed with relief. He managed to crack one eye open, but all he saw was the sun.
"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur."
He focused harder and the sunlight turned to liquid gold.
"Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr."
He opened his other eye and the liquid gold turned into a curtain of blonde hair. Gentle fingers touched his chest and he smelled menthol. Cold cream warmed very quickly against his skin. Slowly his sinuses eased up a little bit.
An arm slipped under his shoulders and he expected to flinch, but instead his body relaxed a tiny bit. Warm china touched his lips and they automatically parted. Peppermint tea trickled down his throat, soothing the scratchiness. He could smell green apples and vanilla. Penny. It had to be. He relaxed fully.
If he was going to die, at least Penny was here. Strong, warm arms wrapped around him and his cheek came to rest on a soft mound. He snuggled closer and heard a tender sigh.
"Oh, Moon Pie," she whispered above him. "Please don't make me love you. I don't think my heart could survive it."
Sheldon tried to focus on her words. He knew they were important. Did Penny love him? Why would it kill her? Slowly blackness edged through his mind as he drifted off again.