As you went downstairs you heard a loud cough, finding Karen having a small fit, when she recovered you offered her a glass of water and some syrup.
-Thank you
-You don't have to be thanking me for what I do for you- you say taking the empty glass -I can tell what caused it.
-Well this time of the year and all the cigarettes I smoke- that little voice inside wanted to scold her for the damage she does to her body by smoking but it wasn't the time.
-After shopping we'll go to the doctor- handing her a coat and taking your things to leave.
-Doctors are sons of bitches- she says getting into your car while you hold the door for her.
-Well I know some of them, but not all of us are sons of bitches- he says before closing the door and going around the car to get in.
You can help but laugh at the look on her face, technically she had insulted your profession, but you imagine that maybe she had bad experiences with them before.
This is going to be fun
*****
The months had flown by, Karen's presence in your home had become your new normal, the process was quite long, getting her off drugs and cigarettes, providing her with medical care, getting her a job; from the beginning you had no problem with her not working, every day when you came home from work she would be waiting for you with hot food and you felt that what she was doing for you was more than enough.
On the days when you had a double shift at the hospital and you were out very late, Karen was always there waiting up late at night for you, but then she started to insist on the idea that she should get her own money saying that you had given her a second chance and that this time she would do it right; yes it wasn't easy, no one wanted to accept a former vagrant and when you found out about her great painting skills you got all the materials so she could sell her paintings.
As you park your car in the driveway you snort as you see the lights come on, grab your stuff and walk into the house listening to Karen singing the song playing on the speakers, you pause the music.
-Aren't you supposed to be out later?- she asks when she sees you.
-Karen, it's 4am- turning to the clock.
-Really, I shouldn't have noticed- wiping his hands on a rag.
-Well, I haven't slept for 24 hours- finishing with a yawn -I'm going to sleep- coming closer to give her a hug -rest- placing a kiss on her cheek.
With your lips you manage to feel an abnormal increase in his temperature, you place your hand on his forehead and you realise that your suspicions are correct.
-You have a fever- you say, looking at her features for something else.
-I feel fine- she says without moving from her place.
-Take this off- you barely notice that it is wrapped with heavy luck.
You take off the garment and realise that she has another one underneath, you remove the other one leaving her with only a bra on top.
-T/n!- she says, covering herself with her arms.
-I need to get your temperature down- thinking about your options.
You take her arm and lead her to your room, in the bathroom you turn on the faucet and let the tub fill with cold water.
-Take off your clothes- you order, turning off the faucet and turning to look at her.
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