Ill Effects
You awaken early in the morning thinking seriously to yourself that if you could just reach your gun, you might use it to put yourself out of your misery. Your stomach feels like you were up all night indulging in a feast of rusty nails and railroad ties. In actuality, you spent most of the night in the bathroom, kneeling and being absolutely sick.
With the movement of a shadow across the window, you know that Oliver has returned home from his overseas assignment. You feel the bed depress next to you and his wonderfully cool hand come up to test your fevered brow. You know you should tell him that you are sick and he should stay away from you in case he were to catch it too. However, your body seems sluggish to respond to your requests and in truth, it feels too comforting to have him there to take care of you.
His lips lightly dust your forehead as you look at him through half-closed eyes. "Are you ill Love?" he asks as he brushes your hair back from your face. You nod in affirmation and he smiles sympathetically. "Flu?" Again, you nod. "Poor Love. Just rest then. I'll take care of you." You fall asleep to the sound of him dialing the doctor's office.
Later in the afternoon, you wake up feeling much cooler and have a vague memory of Oliver waking you earlier to make you swallow some pills and drink some water. As soon as he notices you're up, he brings you a cool glass of orange juice and stays right by your side until you drink the whole thing down. "Feeling better?" He sets the empty glass on the nightstand and seats himself next to you.
You nod slowly. "Not as hot." You rub the side of your head. "Not as foggy."
He kisses your forehead once more. "The doctor said there's a 24 hour strain going about just now."
"You shouldn't be in here with me you know. What if you caught it?"
"24 hours where I absolutely couldn't be thrown into one of these last minute missions our employers do so love sending me on would come as a welcome respite, even if I was too ill to enjoy it." He smiles then lays down by your side and pulls you into his arms. As much as you'd like to kiss him, you're still afraid of giving him your sickness so you settle for lacing your fingers with his own and sighing contentedly as he gently hums you back to sleep.
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| The character of Oliver Sampson and the show VR.5 were created by John Sacret Young and are © Samoset Productions and Rysher Entertainment. No infringement is intended and no profits are being made. |