My head was pounding as I sat up looked around. Max was gone, that doesn’t surprise me. I sighed and fished through my bag for a bottle of Tylenol. Where this headache came from is beyond me.
I grabbed the bottle of water next to the bed and took the Tylenol. As I laid back in the bed, silently, I could hear water running and then stop. He was still here.
I heard the bathroom door open and he appeared from around the corner in his jeans from last night. I couldn’t help but stare as he ran his fingers through his hair and throw his shirt over his head.
“Hey, you’re up” he said turning around.
“Yah, but I feel like shit”
“You don’t look so good either, no offence”
“None taken” I replied laying back on the bed.
My stomach made a funny noise and I quickly sat up, running towards the bathroom and slamming the door shut. I just barely made it. I’ve been here less than 24 hours and I’m sick. Just what I needed.
When I finally stopped, I sat back against the bathtub to catch my breath. My head killed and my stomach felt like it was going to burst.
“You okay?” I heard from outside the door.
“Not really” I whined.
I eventually got the energy to stand up and brush my teeth. I looked in the mirror and my face was completely flushed. It seems the flu bug got to me.
I trudged out, barely looking at Max as I went towards the bed. He stuck his hand out and put it on my forehead.
“You’re really burning up” he said.
He grabbed the garbage can from the corner of the room and put it beside me. As I fell down on the bed.
“I’m going to the pharmacy, I’ll grab you some gravol, and ginger ale, see if that helps any”
“Max, you don’t have to do that”
“I want to” he replied, “I’ll be back in a flash”
I pulled the covers over me as I heard him shut the door. I haven’t had the flu since I was sixteen. Man, those were the days.
I felt a hand on my back and I woke up and saw Max, “Take this” he said handing me a Gravol, “That should help”. I swallowed it down and laid back on the bed. He just smiled and gently kissed my forehead. He was absolutely perfect.
It wasn’t long before I was out cold again.
My phone woke me up this time, Ally was trying to get a hold of me.
“Hello?” I answered hoarsely.
“No, I’m sick, really sick, like--” before I could finish the bucket was in my face and then so we’re my insides, at least that’s what it felt like.
“You okay?” I heard Max come from the washroom.
“Fine” I replied.
“He’s there?” she asked.
“He..uh…stayed the night”
“He came to see me because YOU told him where I was staying”
She was silent for a moment, “He was asking about you, he didn’t have your number, and so I told him you were in Pittsburgh…I couldn’t lie, I’m sorry”
I just laid back on the bed, “It’s fine, but I’m going to try and sleep some more”
“Feel better” she said.
I hung up and laid back down, head still throbbing.
“What was that about?”
“It was Ally, just checking in” I replied.
“Did you want to take a shower, it might help you feel better”
“I guess you’re right”
I slowly stood up and grabbed some clean clothes and shut the bathroom door behind me. No guy has ever been willing to take care of me when I’m sick. Mostly because I look horrendous and I get really cranky.
The warm water felt so good over my skin, I could stand in here for hours. I think the worst of it is over, I hope the worst of it is over.
I dried myself off and put on a pair of black stretchy yoga pants, a tank top and a hoodie. My stomach was still queezy, but nothing more was coming out of there.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Much” I nodded as I pulled the covers over me.
He grabbed the bucket from beside my bed and went into the bathroom. I heard the water running on and off and it sounded like he was talking to himself. Why was he doing this?
He came out and set it back beside my bed, “Why are you being so nice to me? You didn’t have to stay”
“I wanted to”
“Don’t you have hockey?”
“Day off actually, practice tomorrow, and the next day, and game that night”
“What about Annie?”
“I told her I crashed at one of the guys’ places”
“I don’t want to get you sick too” I frowned.
“If I do, it’s my own fault” he smirked.
I slept a bit more, but watched tv the rest of the evening. Max stayed the whole time, why he did is beyond my comprehension. Yet, I liked it. Just him being here felt right. I missed his company.
“Thank you, again Max for staying, that was really sweet”
He just shrugged it off, “I missed you, and even seeing you sick is better than not seeing you at all”
“I beg to differ” I replied.
He just laughed, “Well you sound a lot better”
“I feel better too”
“And you look better”
My heart jumped into my throat and I looked down at my hands. I didn’t even know how to respond to a comment like that.
“Well…maybe I should go”
He walked to the door and slipped on his shoes. I followed right behind him to say goodbye.
“You want to get a coffee tomorrow?” I asked, “Talk?”
“I’d like that” he replied.
I just reached up for a hug as he wrapped his arms around me. I wish he didn’t have to go, I wanted him to stay. I held on as long as I could before he pulled away from me. He opened the door, and every part of me wanted to pull him back in.
He just looked right at me and my heart started beating faster. In one swift motion he walked back into the room and shut the door.
“What are you doing?”
“Something I should have done in Montreal” he cupped his hand around my neck and kissed me. My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. He started to unzip my hoodie, and I put my hand on his chest.
“You want to stay the night?”
He just smirked, “Only if you want me to”
“You know I do”
He kissed me again as my hoodie hit the floor. This felt good, it felt right, I didn’t care where we were, and I didn’t care what would happen in the morning, right now was all that mattered.
“Are you sure?”
He just nodded his head, “I am”