“My dad checked her out and told her what to do if she started to feel bad. Your fever climbed all night. Do you not remember any of that?”
I looked up at him, trying to make my memory work.
“I don’t remember anything. Your father was here?”
He smiled. “Yeah, he was. Sucks you don’t remember meeting him for the first time.”
Closing my eyes, I let out another groan. “I didn’t say anything to him, did I?”
He laughed. “No. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone come down with the flu as fast as you did.”
My phone buzzed on the side table, and I reached for it.
Oh my gosh . . . My entire body ached.
“It’s Rich.”
I wasn’t positive, but I was pretty sure I heard a growl come from Blake.
Rich: I think I’m getting the flu. I hope you got the flu shot.
My eyes hurt like hell, but I managed to text him back.
Me: I’m in bed, feeling like crap.
He texted back instantly.
Rich: Dammit! You got me sick!
I dropped the phone to the bed and closed my eyes.
“My head hurts
. My everything hurts.”
Blake took my temperature.
“Your fever is at a hundred and three. Let’s get you into a bath to try to bring it down.”
We stared at one another for a few moments. “I don’t think I can move. I feel like death.”
I was positive I looked like it too.
He pushed a strand piece of hair back, then used the back of his cool hand to feel my forehead, then ran it slowly down my cheek.
“That feels like heaven.”
“I hate that you’re not feeling good, princess.”
There was no doubt he meant every word he said.
“I’m so tired.”
Blake stood. “I’ll run the bath.”
The next thing I remembered was feeling someone lift me and carry me through my bedroom. At least, I thought I was in my bedroom. Cool water hit my body, instantly making the heat go away. Then I felt a cool washcloth on my forehead. Over my neck and chest. Water gently pouring down my body.
“Morgan, baby, can you look at me?”