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22 - TAKING IN *FUCK, NO THAT'S NOT COOL*

February 12, 2019

STAR'S POV

Fuck.

It's my first thought as I wake up and consciously feel my sweat soaked skin as well as the discomfort that flooded my entire being.

I don't have to get up to know I'm so weak cause honestly, opening my eyes feels like it's going hard work but still, I manage and turn on the bed, a groan leaving my lips.

Humans and their body's submission to sickness.

Sickening.

"Are you awake?" I hear out of the blues and it feels like now I'm really awake

That's Logan right?

Of course, who else am I living with?

Who else has that sweet sounding voice as smooth as silk?

Why am I analyzing all these when I can just open my eyes and answer?

Seems my mind is more in proper function than my body.

I guess, that's good in a way.

"You seem to be awake. Do you want to sleep some more?" She asks again

Yes.

I'd love some more sleep.

But I'm so sweaty and feel so irritable and my body aches and...

Yeah, I'd love more sleep.

Why can't I speak though?

Actually I'd love to open my eyes first. I'm just too tired to

"You're burning up, I think you have a fever" I feel her palm against my forehead before hearing her voice again

"Are you going to wake up? Or you want to keep lying here" she asks and I breathe a mental sigh of relief when she peels my hair away from my sweating skin, allowing me some air on my neck

I want to wake up, I'm just so tired.

I'd rather just lay here and listen to her talk.

Lay here, content with the fact that she cares enough to be here.

"Star?" She calls

Yeah?

"Look at me" she says, even though she doesn't get an outspoken reply from me

But I'm tired

And thirsty too.

I need water.

"Do you want some water?" She asks

Can she read my mind?

That would be so cool.

Wait...then she would know I think about how pretty she is.

Fuck, no that's not cool.

I mean it's not a bad thing, at least she knows I think she's really pretty and I'd love to have her face.

No, it's bad.

I don't want that.

"I'm going to get you some water" she says and it's a few seconds before I hear water pouring into a cup

"Open your eyes for me?" She says "You're not feeling well, let me take care of you?"

Why is she asking so cutely?

And why does she sound so worried?

Aw, I guess she considers me a friend after all.

"Star? Wake up okay?" She says and I take a breath before slowly opening my eyes and I meet hers first as she is crouched by my bed

Pretty.

So pretty.

I hope she can't read my mind.

"You must be tired" she says and I hum only, too tired to give words in reply

"I'll help you sit up" she says and arranges two pillows letting them rest against the head board of the bed before pulling me up and putting my back against the pillow.

"Are you comfortable?" She asks, holding the glass to my mouth and helping me drink some of it

"We should go to the hospital if you're feeling this sick" she says, dropping the glass on the table

"No" I say only, shutting my eyes briefly and relaxing into the soft pillows

"Your fever is quite high. I think we should go to the hospital, there's no point of you remaining in discomfort" she says "I don't want you to be in discomfort" she adds and my eyes open at her words, a smile tugging at my lips

"Why are you smiling?"

"Cause you care. It makes me happy" I say, managing to come out with my first sentence

"Why wouldn't I?" She asks

"Cause you don't like me"

"It doesn't mean I want you to die though. Besides, you're not that terrible" she says and I chuckle

"You're being so nice"

"Shut up and let me take you to the hospital" she says

"I don't want to go. I'll be fine in a bit, it's only a fever" I say "I'll get better in 2-3 days"

"How do you know that?"

"It's not my first one. It's not that serious, don't worry. I just need some rest, some soup, medicines and I'll be back to annoying the heck out of you" I say and I can't help but smile when she does

"Fine, if you insist you'd rather be home, then you can stay home. But is there something you need? To help you get better?" She asks

"A warm bath maybe?" I say, really touched that she cares so much and wants to help

"Of course, I'll be right back" she says, offering a comforting pat on my leg before walking away and disappearing into the bathroom

The more I know her, the less cold she seems.

Anger issues, yes.

Unwelcoming to strangers and possible friends, yes

Blunt and too fucking sarcastic, yes

Able to efficiently indirectly insult you, yes

But caring, kind, compassionate, it seems those are characteristics I'm starting to uncover about her

I can't help but smile at my thoughts even through the physical discomfort

I guess something good comes out of being sick sometimes and I really am content with just knowing she cares about me enough to not let me take care of myself when I'm not feeling too good.

She soon comes back from the bathroom after a minute and walks over to me. "Let me help you up" she says and takes my hand in hers, pulling me to my feet slowly

The moment I stand on my feet, my knees buckle and I quickly hold on to her shoulder at the same time that she wraps her hands around my waist, holding me to her body.

"Maybe you should hold on to the wall for now. I'll help you take off your clothes" she says and I almost choke on my saliva

"W...what?"

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Continuation in the next chapter, don't worry 🌼

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