Damn. How did i get out if bed this morning? Were my thoughts as i dropped my weight on the chair in the lecture hall, absolutely beaten up. It felt as id i was dropped into the ocean from the height of a skyscraper .
I think i had a fever. Whatever.
Professor Lockwood, Kayden ‘s voice was muffled, i tried my best to pay attention but i just couldn't focus, my attention span was too short for my liking today and i was zoning out.
Who thought coming to class like this was a good idea? You idiot.My inner demons screamed back at me, as if they were in pain too.
I let out a quiet groan as my head pounded. Eventually I gave him laying my head on my arms, I tried to look at what Kayden was saying but I was zoning out. Fuck
"Can you repeat what I just said Carson?" A rather familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Huh?" I managed to spit out.
"I appears as thought my lecture is not interesting enough to you as you cant be bothered to pay attention to the simplest points, isn't that right Carson?"
Heat flared on my cheeks as anger seeped in through my pores. How dare he? He was not just calling out for basically doing nothing but also humiliation me in front of my classmates.
"I have more important things to focus on then this, Professor" I shoot back in the coolest, and most polite golden-boy tone I can muster up at this point.
He just shook his head at me and continued on with his stupid lecture in his stupid class with his stupid voice.
I tried to tell myself I wanted to throttle the asshole, which I wanted to obviously, I couldn't help feeling the tiniest bit hurt.
Did he always have to be so hard on me in class, and why only me?
I put in the code to my apartment, followed by opening the door.
I knew Gareth was here already with the notification I received when my code was put in earlier. However when I step into my apartment no lights are on . Hm
Maybe he's asleep and sure enough when my living are comes into view he's laying face down on the couch.
Something feels wrong though.
I turn the lights on, take my tie off and unbutton the first few buttons. I drop my briefcase down before making my way towards him.
Hm. I take a minute to observe him closer, his neck is damp with sweat, his face is flushed and his muscles are rigid. I know he's awake however due to his uneven breathing. And as I step closer there's a alarming heat radiating off him. I immediately tense up in worry.
"Gareth what's wrong?" I pat his shoulder but his response makes me flinch.
"Don't touch me" He snarls his eyes snapping open almost at once.
I tense, wondering what could be the problem.
"You don't look well, let me see what's wrong with you... And dont ever tell me I cant touch what's mine again." My voice hardens at the end.
He sits up, albeit slowly and a little sloppily too. Worry englufs my body.
He's facing me now, his eyes are hooded and his face is flushed red with sweat beading on his forehead. I press my hand to his forehead.
"Your burning up, you have a fever" I interrupt him.
"Get your hands off me." He turns away from me, fury and a little bit of something else clouding his eyes.
"Baby please tell me what it is so we can get over it and take care of my sick little monster."
"I'm mad at you" he spits out glaring at me.
Even sick he dosent loose his fire. That's one of my favorite things about him. Although there are a lot of things I like about him so I may be biased.
He just turns away pouting.
Fucking Adorable my little monster.
"Enough, communicate with me" My tone non-negotiable as I turn his head towards me with my grip on his chin.
"Its not that I wasn't paying attention" he speaks lowly "It was hard to because I wasn't feeling well" His voice drops down to a whisper as his eyes look anywhere else but me.
Guilt wells up inside me, a small pit of self-loathing forming for making my little monster feel this way.
"Fuck I'm sorry baby...Please look at me" My voice softens
He turns his head slowly.
"It...It hurt." He whispers
"I know I've hurt you my little monster, I know I've let you down and there's isn't much I can do but say I'm very, very sorry. Please let me make it up to you know and let me take care of you." I press my lips to his, not caring that he's sick.
He exhales a little, his eyes softening and he nods a little.
"Thank you" I say. And I mean it. "Now let me take care of you"
He stares at me for a minute. "Okay"
I lift him up and carry him to our bedroom, I take his clothes off and change him into something a little more comfortable.
"No I wasn't that hungry." he replies
"Let me bring you some strawberries, I know you want to rest but have some for me first, Please."
He nods a little. I walk to the kitchen, retrieving a fresh bowl of strawberries from the kitchen. I also prepare a glass of water and bring it back to him.
His face lights up a little as the sweet tangy fruit comes into view.
I sit with him as he munches on the fruit. And when he's done I push him back into the bed willing him to rest. I go fetch a wet rag and place it ion his head to bring the fever down. Its not too high, so he should be fine by morning but I wouldn't like him to go out tomorrow.
"Kayden..." his voice brings me out of my thoughts,
"Sleep with me" He blushes a little.
I smile softly, nodding as my heart grows a little for him. I snuggle in beside him bring his head to rest on my bicep.
He lets out a content sigh as his eyes flutter close and I press a soft kiss to his nose admiring his freckles.
And as he lays here all I can think about is how much this man means to me and how much the prospect of him not being okay eats away at my insides.
Idea credits to l1ttlerose
