You fluttered your eyes open at the sound of your alarm.
Sitting up in your bed, you stretched a bit and yawned, and then turned it off.
And then, that's when you realized,
Your throat was sore. And your nose was clogged.
"Oh god no! Please!" You groaned and threw yourself back on your bed.
Like everyone, you hated being sick. You hated not being able to breath from the nose because then you'd have to breath from the mouth which not only is loud and unnatural, but it hurts because of the sore throat.
You decided to take some Tylenol and just shrug it off. It wasn't that bad. Just a bit of a sore throat and clogged nose. The following days were going to be worse.
You couldn't cancel on the girls and tell them you'd be closed today. They were probably already ready to go to work.
I shouldn't have stayed after work for so long. I should've just left before the rain got too intense... you felt regretful. But that feeling quickly dissipated as you thought of Dawn's adorable apology.
You glanced at the small bouquet of tulips sitting on your desk across your room, next to the kitty plush.
"Well. Better get ready."
Although it wasn't that bad, you still wore a mask. Gloves were already a base requirement for you and your staff so you didn't need to worry about infecting the food with your hands.
And you decided not to do a lot of baking or making coffee today just to be safe.
You went to the storage closet to get a mop, coughing a few times in the process. You mopped the floors of your shop.
Someone had tapped your shoulder lightly. You turned around to find your hijabi friend infront of you.
"You should go home if you're sick."
"I'll be fine. Get back to work." You smiled.
"Alright then..."
You continued doing what you had started. A few minutes later someone else had tapped on your shoulder. "Sam, i'll be fine-"
"Sam?" He said.
"Oh, Dawn it's you."
"I'm guessing your friend told you to go home?"
"Yes, she did. I'm just coughing a bit." You said right before sniffling. From the sound of it, you were clearly sick. "Oh god, I'm sorry that was really gross." You said, getting a tissue out of your pocket. Thankfully nothing came out of your nose, not that it would be visible anyways because of your mask.
"It's alright." He chuckled a bit as he put his hands back in his pocket. "Let me take you home." He pointed the door by nodding his head in its direction.
You contemplated the idea a bit. "Alright fine. I'll go home. You don't need to take me though." You went to the staff room to get your stuff.
He followed you.
"Uh-uh. Employees only." You pointed at the sign on the door.
He put his arms up. "Sorry I didn't see the obnoxiously small sign on the door." He scoffed and then smirked.
"It's not small!" You checked it out. He was right. "Whatever." You rolled your eyes. After putting your coat on you grabbed your bag and walked out the staff room.
"I'm coming with you." He walked behind you.
"No you're not. Who would want to spend time with a sick person?" You laughed.
"Well, said sick person, is a very interesting one." He admitted.
"Haha." You said sarcastically. "Didn't you want to go get a coffee? You know, get rid of your grumpy morning attitude."
"Ouch." He smiled. "I'm coming with you. Wether you like it or not Y/N."
You stopped walking, threw your head up and sighed while closing your eyes. You turned around. "Fine. Follow me prince charming."
"Of course princess."
"Come in." You took your shoes off.
He did so. He took his coat off.
You grabbed it and hung it on the coat rack. "You can go in the living room."
He looked around. "This place is... very you."
"I'm gonna choose to take that as a compliment."
"Oh. Yeah well it is."
How come sometimes he's a smooth conversationalist and other times he's really awkward? You thought. Not that I'm complaining, it's kind of cute...
You opened your medicine cabinet looking for syrup. It was too early to take another pill. "Damn it. Why do I only realize I need something when I don't have it anymore?"
"What's wrong?" He asked as he leaned against the counter, arms crossed.
"I don't have any throat ache syrup anymore." You said. "Is it okay if I leave you here five minutes? There's a pharmacy not far from here. I'll just go buy it and come back."
"Absolutely not. You're not going out in the cold again. I'll go buy it."
"Dawn. You've already done me enough favours."
"These aren't favours. They're the bare minimum. You're a sick friend, so I take care of you. Isn't that how it should be done?"
"You are so stubborn. And here I thought you were shy." You smirked.
He suddenly blushed at how stubborn and talkative he was being. He got his back off the counter and turned his head away.
"Where are you going?"
"Where do you think?" He opened the door. And closed it behind him.
You frowned, slightly annoyed at his persistance. Should I just lock the door on him?
Suddenly, you realized his coat was still on the rack. You opened the door to tell him, but he was already out of sight.
A few minutes later, you heard a knock at the door. You rushed to open it. You were shocked to see it was raining, just like yesterday.
"Dawn, you're soaking wet!"
"It's not that bad." He shook his head a bit, trying to dry his hair. "Here's your syrup." He said, handing you the plastic bag he was protecting. Completely ignoring the fact he was dripping in cold rain.
"Are you mad? Come in!" You tugged his arm gently.
That's when you noticed he was wearing a white vest shirt again. And I'm guessing you know what they look like when soaked.
You tried not to make your staring obvious.
"You should lay something on the ground first. I'll wet your carpet."
"You are ridiculous." You grabbed his hand and brought him inside. "Let me bring you a towel." You grabbed one from the bathroom. "Here." You put it over his head and rubbed his hair with it. "Do you want another one?" You asked as you finally looked him in the eyes.
He was already staring at you, eyes half-lidded. The two of you stayed silent for a moment as you maintained eye contact. Until one of you coughed. But it wasn't you.
"I think you're sick." You chuckled a bit.
His eyes closed more and more.
He then staggered in your arms. "Dawn are you okay?!" You held onto him.
"I think I have a fever... down..." he mumbled.
"What?" You couldn't understand.
"Sit... down..."
You rushed to the sofa and sat him down.
You sighed and turned around to turn the TV off. "You want hot chocolate?" You said.
He didn't reply.
You turned around, only to be met with a passed out man on your couch.
"Oh, man seriously?!"
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