Stupid sick leave…@crymockingbird
The blonde woman leaned down to unlatch and unzip her boots to step out of them. She set down her glasses and her gloves on his dresses as she moved towards him. “You need liquids, Sport,” Bobbi plopped herself gracefully onto the bed, ignoring the fact that she had threatened him about the germs. She pulled the blanket away from his head to kiss his forehead.
“I’ve seen you worse off than just a cold, babe. But you’re running a fever and you know you want your girlfriend to take care of you.”
“No, I want a mercy killing. Don’t you love me anymore?” He coughs pitifully batting his lashes. “I don’t want to throw-up again either. But I might be agreeable to a glass of orange juice. And a new box of kleenex.”
He squirms under her attention. He hated being sick and was a horrible patient. That was the real reason he never wanted anyone around when he was sick. He knew he was a giant annoying brat and hated people seeing him like that.
(Source: notrobinhood)
