Mark Cohen- Flu (c)

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Trying to get out of bed, your boyfriend barely touched a finger to your shoulder, but it forced you back onto the mattress, falling into the pillows. Your body was overcome with pain and your head span from the few seconds you were vertical. It took a minute or so to calm the pain and dizziness until you were able to actually see straight and see your boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed that the two of you shared, a concerned expression etched on his face.

"Still not feeling good?" He smiled softly.

Rather than using words you let out a groan which perfectly painted a picture of how you were feeling. Most of the last few days had gone by as a blur, a mixture of constant naps and a flu-based confusion. You had come down with the flu earlier in the week and you hadn't felt so rough in a long time. Your boyfriend, Mark, had taken care of you constantly and made sure that you felt as good as possible. You noticed that he had a bag by his feet, one that you don't remember being there.

You weren't sure if you had fallen asleep or whether you'd just forgotten that it was there but being confused had become normal since you had come down with the flu.

Mark moved his hand to your forehead, seeing that you had a fever still. He grabbed the damp cloth he had kept in a bowl of water beside the bed, moving the cloth onto your forehead to help cool your fever.

"I went to the shop to get you some bits and pieces," he smiled softly, rummaging through the plastic bag.

"We have no money," you croaked.

He gave you a sympathetic smile. "I used our last $20 note; I have a bit of change left."

You tried to give him a glare as it was stupid for him to spend that money on a fleeting illness.

He gave you a new box of tissues before pulling out a variety of supplies that Mark hoped would help make you feel better soon, but so far, all that truly helped was resting. Mark leaned in to press his lips to your reddened cheek.

"Don't get too close, I don't want you to get sick," you croaked.

Mark shook his head, slipping into the bed beside you so that he could pull you into a loving hug. He leaned in to kiss your cheek again, before letting you nuzzle into him and fall back into another nap.

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Written by Charlotte.

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