Sickness
I walked upstairs, carrying a hot bowl of chicken noodle soup and ginger ale. I walked down the hallway, then turned the corner... and there he was, lying down in bed. He looked up. “Hi babe” he said softly, which was followed by a harsh cough. “How are you feeling?” I asked quietly. “Not so good” he replied. “I made you some soup” I said, as I set the hot bowl down on the nightstand beside him. He smiled weakly. “Thanks babe” he said.
“I’d do anything for you” I said back. He took a sip of the gingerale. I turned to leave. “Jenna?” I turned back around. “Yes babe?” I asked. “Will you stay with me?” He said. I smiled. “Of course I will” I said softly. I slid in bed beside him, and he reached his muscular arm around my body, holding me close. His muscles finally relaxed, now that I was beside him. He kissed me on the forehead and drifted asleep. I stayed where I was and drifted asleep too
