Wichita was tired of being sick. She had already missed two days of work and now it was Saturday and she was still sick. She must have the flu or something. Wichy had been warned that the kids would get her sick more than once a year, but she thought she had a better imune system than that.
Her head felt heavy and her chest ached. She felt disgusting and she didn’t need a mirror to know that she probably looked about the same. Wichita’s eyes stuck together as she tried to wake up. She could hear a gentle hum of water and she immediately thought that Rick must be in the shower, getting ready for work.
When her eyes finally opened, she saw his side of the bed was empty. Wichita groaned as she rolled over to reach for the pack of medicine she had been keeping on the nightstand next to the bed. She threw it against the box against the wall when she realized it was empty. She then realized it wasn’t the shower that was running, but rain beating against the window. Rick had probably already left for work, which meant she was going to have to wait for him to get done with work before she could get more medicine.
Wichita grabbed her phone and texted Rick, begging him to get her more medicine on his way home. When she set her phone back down, she missed and it fell to the floor. Wichy didn’t care, instead she fell back against the bed, sighing loudly. She wanted to cry. For a third day, she was going to be trapped in her bed, feeling miserable.
Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened. Wichita was surprised to see Rick coming through the door with a tray in his hands. He wasn’t even in his uniform. “So I got your text. I might have over done it.” he said with soft laughter.
“Aren’t you going to be late for work?” she asked with her voice cracking.
“Got the day off. I thought I’d take care of my sick wife.” Rick was smiling as he set the tray down on the bed. She recognized a bag from the coffee shop she liked and a box of the medicine she had asked for just minutes earlier.
“How did you do that?” She asked, reaching for the medicine. Wichita noticed Rick’s hair was wet.
“I got up early and went out to get y’things I thought would make y’feel better.” Rick said with a soft shrug. He handed her a glass of water. Wichita took the medicine gratefully. Then she grabbed the bag. “Is this what I think it is? You went out in the rain for these?”
“Orange cranberry, right?” Rick asked as he climbed onto the bed next to her. He reached for the remote and clicked on the tv. “It was nothing. Oh good, it’s only ten till eleven.”
“An America’s Next Top Model marathon.” Rick said, nudging her lightly. “I haven’t seen this season so no spoilers, ‘kay?”
