Chapter Fifty Five - Sick
Milo's P.O.V -
Christmas was now over a month ago and I could finally walk without crutches or a boot. My leg was still weak any I was going to physiotherapy to help my leg strengthen. The doctor had explained that physiotherapy was recommended but not compulsory, I had planned on not going because the clinic he referred me to costed money but Lincoln had insisted and had offered to pay for me. I had begrudgingly accepted.
My mum was still in Italy and I wasn't sure how to feel about that. On the one hand I wanted my mum to come home but her coming home means that my grandad would have died. So I guess her still being away was a good thing.
Lincoln was still attending therapy each week and he was making great progress. He hasn't had a panic attack in three weeks. We had both become a lot more open about how we feel and it seemed to be helping us both.
To sum up the past month has gone incredibly well, I was surprised to say that Lincoln and I hadn't argued once since living together. We were now back in school after the Christmas holidays and Lincoln was helping me catch up with the school I missed, I actually understood when he explained it. Maybe I payed more attention to him than teachers.
Today was Sunday and when I woke up I felt terrible. I sat up slowly, my body ached and my head pounded. I squinted my sensitive eyes to escape the sunlight streaming through the window.
My stomach churned and vomit rose in my throat, I rushed to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet as I threw up. I remained here for a few minutes before slumping on the floor.
I took labored breaths as my body heated up and droplets of sweat rolled down my forehead. I groaned at the piercing pain in my head. I clutched my head and wrenched my eyes shut as I laid on the cold bathroom tiles.
"Milo?" I faintly heard Lincoln's voice from the bedroom.
"Lincoln." I spoke breathily.
I don't think he heard me because his footsteps paced around the room before eventually he stepped into the bathroom. I opened my eyes and looked up at him as he finally spotted me.
His eyes widened in alarm and he rushed over to me, he fell onto his knees and stared at me with a deep frown.
"Milo what's wrong?" He spoke concerned as he placed a hand on my side.
I just groaned again and curled into a ball. He removed his hand and I closed my eyes once again, the darkness soothed my head slightly.
I could hear the noise of the toilet lid closing before a flushing sound filled the room. Lincoln turned back to me and ran his hand through my hair.
"Are you sick?" He spoke quietly, his hands massaging my scalp distracted me from my headache.
I managed to nod, the movement of my head only made the pain return. My stomach churned once again and I quickly sat up, lifted the lid of the toilet seat and began to vomit once again. I had thrown up all my food the first time I was sick so this time it was only the acids from my stomach, meaning it burnt my throat on the way up.
Lincoln moved behind me and began to rub my back. "You're fine, you'll feel better once you get it all out." He spoke soothingly.
Once I finished throwing up I went to fall back on the floor but Lincoln caught me and pulled me into his lap. I rested my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around me tightly.
"Water." I croaked out.
Lincoln gently placed me down on the floor before rushing to fill a disposable plastic cup with water. I pulled myself up and rested my back against the bath tub.
"Here." Lincoln crouched down beside me and passed me the cup.
With an aching arm I quickly took small sips from the cup before placing it on the floor beside me. Lincoln watched me cautiously and tugged at his hair seemingly stressed out by the situation.
"I'm fine Lincoln." I mumbled.
"Yeah?" He raised a brow. "You don't seem fine."
I let my head drop and rest on my shoulder. "I'm obviously ill, I just meant that you don't have to worry."
A weak smile spread across his lips. "I always worry."
"I know." My lips twitched but I couldn't manage a full smile.
It wasn't long until his smile turned into a frown once again. "You're sweating." He said reaching out to wipe my forehead.
His eyebrows furrowed once his skin made contact with mine. "You're burning up."
"Yeah." I sighed. "I'm really hot."
Lincoln smirked at me. "You are."
I was too ill to get embarrassed by his compliment. "Shut up."
I grabbed the cup of water and poured the contents over my head, the cold water washed over me and I felt a temporary relief from the fever.
"Did that help?" Lincoln asked me.
"For a second." I grumbled. "I should get back in bed."
I used the bath to pull myself up, Lincoln stood up also and wrapped an arm around my waist to support my wobbly legs.
"I'll carry you." He said lifting me into his arms with ease.
Usually I would have protested but instead I let him carry me back into the bedroom. He placed me down on the bed and I quickly tugged off my shirt hoping that I would cool down. All of my wounds have healed fully and now I was only left with scars littering my skin. I had become less self conscious about them, especially around Lincoln.
I began to kick off my sweatpants but struggled with my sudden lack of energy. Lincoln silently stepped forward and pulled them off for me. He took my clothes and tossed them onto the top of his dresser before turning back to me.
"Do you need anything?" He asked his eyes scanning my almost naked body, but I could tell that he wasn't doing it in a sexual way.
"Can you close the curtains please?" I mumbled as I placed an arm over my eyes.
He walked over to the window and pulled the curtains closed before returning to me.
"Do you have any aspirin?" I pulled my arm away from my face and let my eyes adjust to the now dark room.
Lincoln scratched the back of his neck and sighed deeply. "I don't think we do, I'm sorry."
I forced a smile. "It's fine Lincoln."
"Werewolves don't get ill so we don't have medicines at home, I should've brought some when you moved in." Lincoln pulled out his phone and began to tap away at it.
"Who are you texting?" I asked as I pushed the duvet off the bed.
"Lucy." Lincoln answered. "I'm asking her to bring some medicine."
"It's fine, I don't want to bother her." I mumbled as I tossed the pillow on the floor.
"Wyatt said she was coming over this morning so that they could have breakfast together in this café Lucy likes." Lincoln explained. "So she'll just bring the medicine over before they go out to eat."
"Okay." I yawned.
Lincoln sat down on the edge of the bed but kept his distance when I told him I'd get too hot if he was nearby. It wasn't long until there was a quiet knock on the door.
"Come in." Lincoln told the person.
Lucy walked in and Wyatt stood in the doorway. Lucy had a soft smile as she walked over with a grocery bag.
"Here." She told Lincoln as she passed him the bag.
She walked around the bed and approached me. "Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked as she crouched down beside the bed so that we were at the same level.
"Like shit." I grumbled.
"You look it." She mused. "I'll be back later to make sure Lincoln is taking good care of you."
Lincoln rolled his eyes and walked over to Wyatt and began talking to him quietly.
"He is." I whispered not taking my eyes off him.
"I think I've gotten everything you'll need but if I've missed something get Lincoln to text me and Wyatt and I will pick it up on the way back here." She explained.
"Do I owe you money for all the stuff?" I glanced over at the bag.
"Don't be stupid." She told me. "Lincoln paid."
I let out a weak laugh which turned into a dry cough. Lincoln looked over to me with concern but by the time he walked over to me the coughing had died down.
"Are you alright?" He pushed my hair out of my face.
I nodded slowly as I finished coughing. "I'm fine."
"Here." Lucy passed me a cup of water.
I thanked her as I sat up in the bed to take a sip.
"Lucy." Wyatt called from the doorway. He gave her a pointed look which made Lucy roll her eyes.
"He's scared that you're going to make me ill." She smiled. "But we should probably go because the café changes to its lunch menu in an hour."
"Bye Lucy." I told her as I placed the cup on Lincoln's bedside table.
"Bye Milo." She kissed my forehead before leaving with Wyatt.
"Alright." Lincoln sat down on the bed and poured out the contents of the grocery bag. "What do you need?"
***
When I woke up from a nap I found myself alone in Lincoln's room, which was odd since he had refused to leave me all day.
Unlike earlier I found myself shivering and quickly threw off the cloth soaked in cold water. I climbed out of bed and dragged the duvet off the floor, I wrapped it around myself before collapsing back onto the mattress.
"What are you doing Milo?" I looked over at the bathroom door to see Lincoln watching me confused. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and beads of water cascading down his chest. If I wasn't ill right now I'd be turned on.
"I'm really cold." My teeth chattered.
"You are?" He stared at me confused. He took a few steps forward and placed the back of his hand on my forehead. "You're still hot."
"I'm not." I argued as shivers wracked my body.
He scratched the back of his neck. "Alright, I'll get you some clothes to wear."
"Warm ones." I requested before burying my head in the duvet.
He walked over to his wardrobe and returned a few minutes later. I pulled my head out of the duvet to see that Lincoln was now fully dressed and was holding a small pile of clothes.
"Here you go." He placed the clothes beside me. "Get dressed and I'll change the bed sheets."
I glanced over at where I had been sleeping, I was sweating during the sleep and had soaked the sheets.
"Okay." I whispered.
I hesitantly pulled the duvet off my body leaving my skin vulnerable to the cold air. I grabbed the clothes and stood up from the bed and pulled them on. It was a thick pair of sweatpants that I own along with my top and a hoodie which belongs to Lincoln.
I put the clothes on quickly hoping this would warm me up, which it partially did. Lincoln changed the sheets before picking up the pillows I had thrown on the floor and making the bed.
Once he was done I dove under the duvet and continued to shiver. Lincoln climbed into the bed beside me and pulled me into his body. I clutched onto him tightly and got as close as I could so that I could get as much body heat as possible. Lincoln smiled and placed a kiss on my forehead.
"How about I go make us some food?" Lincoln offered after a few minutes and began to pull away from me.
"No." I whined tightening my hold on him.
"You're clingy when you're ill." Lincoln chuckled. "I think I like it."
"You're the clingy one." I spoke into his chest.
"If that's the case then let me go so I can make us some food." Lincoln told me with amusement lacing his voice.
"No." I pouted as I looked up at him.
He pecked my lips. "Am I still the clingy one?"
"Maybe." A wide smile spread across my face for the first time today.