Lana woke up with a fever, her body clammy and her throat scratchy. She could vaguely make out the sound of the shower running, and she turned around, pulling the covers over her head. Awhile later, she felt a hand on her back. She groaned and the hand disappeared, folding back the covers instead and feeling her forehead.
“You’re burning up,” Sebastian said, his voice laced with concern. “Hang on, I’ll get you some water.”
“Sebastian?” she croaked.
“I’m here,” he reassured her. “Come on, drink some of this,” he said and held a bottle to her lips. She parted them and let the cool liquid trickle down her throat.
“I don’t feel so good,” Lana moaned.
“I know, Lala. I’ll find you some aspirins, all right?”
“Don’t go,” she objected and reached for him.
“I’m just gonna get you some medicine. I won’t leave, I promise,” Sebastian squeezed her hand and let go, heading over to the bathroom to find the aspirins they’d brought from home. He found what he was looking for and returned, urging her to take the pills and drink some more water.
“I’m sorry,” Lana mumbled as she lay back against the pillows.
“For what?” Sebastian asked and lay down beside her, atop the covers.
“I yelled at you last night. I didn’t mean to. I was just surprised.”
“That’s okay,” Sebastian smiled. “I was a bit grumpy, too. You kinda interrupted my beauty sleep, and you know how much I need that.”
“Silly,” Lana mumbled.
“Hey, try to get some rest, okay?” Sebastian said and stroked her hair. “Too much partying makes Lala a sick little girl,” he said softly.
“I’m not a little girl,” Lana pouted.
“Do you remember when I had the flu, and dad went out of town, because he had a bunch of business meetings and couldn’t risk getting sick?”
“Yeah,” Lana nodded.
“And you peddled your bike all the way from your uncle’s farm to my house to bring me chicken noodle soup…”
“It got cold on the way over,” Lana filled in.
“And then you tried to heat it on the stove in our kitchen, and you wouldn’t let the cook help you…”
“I wanted to make it for you myself… and I burned it,” Lana sighed. “I’m a terrible cook.”
“But you stayed with me all night, wiping my forehead and reading our history assignment aloud.”
“We had an exam the next week. I couldn’t let you fail.”
“You always took care of me, Lala. Now it’s my turn,” Sebastian smiled and kissed her forehead.
The next two days were spent largely in their hotel room, with Sebastian patiently nursing Lana back to health. He ordered room service for them, and bought a couple of books in the hotel gift shop that he thought she might like.
“I’m sorry,” Lana said one night, curled up in bed with a cup of tea in her hands.
“For what?” Sebastian frowned, sitting down beside her.
“We’re supposed to leave Berlin tomorrow night, and you haven’t seen anything except for this room since we got here. Well, except for the club that first night.”
“That’s not true,” Sebastian said, “I’ve seen the bathroom, too.”
Lana groaned and put her tea aside to cover her face with her hands. “I feel awful.”