August 10th...
She hurried home after her meeting with Ollie, excited to tell Dean about what had happened. She hadn't made it complete into the loft before she was shouting out. "Dean! Dean guess what!" She swallowed on her words when she saw Dean on the couch, asleep."Opps." Her excitement began to dwindle. It was still there and she felt like she was going to explode!
Placing her purse on the table near the door she made her way to Dean and reached out to touch his shoulder. They had been living together for a while and he knew he could take the bed when she wasn't around. With intentions on sending him to the bed she stopped when she felt the heat radiating from his skin, even through the shirt he was wearing. Not only that but he was shivering under her hand. "Dean?"
Her fingers brushed over his cheeks and forehead. He was burning up. "Dean..can you hear me?" She watched as he groaned in a reply and clenched onto the blanket he was wrapped in.
"Dean." Paige knew she sounded like she was whining. Maybe she was but it was because she was frightened. The RBF had been circulating around and she knew that Fiora had all but demanded it be mandatory that she get her vaccination. She wanted him to get his too she just hadn't gotten around to dragging him in. Was she too late"
"Come on. Lets get you in the bed. Not here on the couch.." she softly pushed at his shoulder, attempting to roll him over. He groaned at her as he settled on his back. She could see that he was soaked in sweat, his face flushed from the fever. His eyes turned up to her looked glossy and unfocused.
"P-Paige..."
She felt the fear twist her insides. No he couldn't have the virus. He just had a cold. A really bad summer cold! She smiled weakly down to him, attempting to comfort him. "Do you think you can stand" Why aren't you in the bed silly."
"No..." he protested through clenched teeth. "I d-don't want y-you....to get sick."
"Dean. That is sweet but either you get your rear into that bed or I will drag you myself." As laughable as it was her tiny self dragging him down the hallway she would surely try.
She felt his hands grasp hold of her, trying to pull himself to his feet. Both her arms situated around him in order to steady him and they both took a steady pace to the bedroom. "When did you start feeling like this..?"
"Af-after you l-left," he muttered quietly.
"Oh! Okay. It's okay. I'll take care of you. Let us get you to the bed first.."
"You-you shouldn't be..."
He suddenly lurched a bit and she quickly raised a hand to flatten against his chest in attempt to stop him from toppling completely over. If he fell the both of them would of spilled to the floor. "You hush now." she scolded him knowing he was just going to tell her something she didn't want to hear. Once at the bed she helped him to sit on the bed and despite his wanting her to or not she helped him off with his shoes. They were tucked under the bed and his shirt was next. After it was removed she dropped the shirt to the floor and it landed with a squishy sound. He was tucked into the bed and she could feel him shaking like a leaf still.
"P-Paige..." he called, trying to burrow himself in the blankets.
The way his voice sounded tore at her heart. It was as if he was afraid of what was happening to him. "Shhh. I'll be right back. Just try and rest."
Before he could argue with her Paige ran to the kitchen and punched some numbers into her phone. It only took her a few minutes to get in touch with the secretary of the doctor who treated her mother for so long. A brief but straight point to the message was left: the doctor needed to hurry her way to the loft and to be warned that it could possibly be an outbreak of the RBF. While she spoke she busied herself with grabbing a bowl and filling it with some water, a few rags tossed in. By the time the phonecall ended she dropped the cell to the floor and rushed back to the bedroom. She would have to go get a chair later but for now she moved the nightstand closer to the bed so she could set down the bowl. Dipping the rag she quickly began to dab his face and forehead.
"Paige..." Dean's voice struggled. "I'm-I'm s-sorry about....before."
"Shh, Dean. I'm not upset at you. Really I'm not. I am going to get you better. So you make sure to rest and get better. I—" Her voice caught in her throat and she nearly started to cry. Folding the rag she placed it across his brow. "I have the doctor coming to see you."
He frowned at her and she knew why. He didn't like the doctors but he also knew neither of them could afford it. She could just just tack it on to the rest of her hospital bills.
"I don't....I can't..." Dean licked his dry lips. "Don't-don't leave me."
She watched his hand sway in the air, searching for her own. Once the rag was on his brow she knelt at the side of the bed, leaning into it with her stomach. Both hands, broken and not, clasped around the hand that reached for her. "I'm staying right here, Dean. Don't you worry. You will be fine! So don't give up, okay' Please promise me you won't.."
She hurried home after her meeting with Ollie, excited to tell Dean about what had happened. She hadn't made it complete into the loft before she was shouting out. "Dean! Dean guess what!" She swallowed on her words when she saw Dean on the couch, asleep."Opps." Her excitement began to dwindle. It was still there and she felt like she was going to explode!
Placing her purse on the table near the door she made her way to Dean and reached out to touch his shoulder. They had been living together for a while and he knew he could take the bed when she wasn't around. With intentions on sending him to the bed she stopped when she felt the heat radiating from his skin, even through the shirt he was wearing. Not only that but he was shivering under her hand. "Dean?"
Her fingers brushed over his cheeks and forehead. He was burning up. "Dean..can you hear me?" She watched as he groaned in a reply and clenched onto the blanket he was wrapped in.
"Dean." Paige knew she sounded like she was whining. Maybe she was but it was because she was frightened. The RBF had been circulating around and she knew that Fiora had all but demanded it be mandatory that she get her vaccination. She wanted him to get his too she just hadn't gotten around to dragging him in. Was she too late"
"Come on. Lets get you in the bed. Not here on the couch.." she softly pushed at his shoulder, attempting to roll him over. He groaned at her as he settled on his back. She could see that he was soaked in sweat, his face flushed from the fever. His eyes turned up to her looked glossy and unfocused.
"P-Paige..."
She felt the fear twist her insides. No he couldn't have the virus. He just had a cold. A really bad summer cold! She smiled weakly down to him, attempting to comfort him. "Do you think you can stand" Why aren't you in the bed silly."
"No..." he protested through clenched teeth. "I d-don't want y-you....to get sick."
"Dean. That is sweet but either you get your rear into that bed or I will drag you myself." As laughable as it was her tiny self dragging him down the hallway she would surely try.
She felt his hands grasp hold of her, trying to pull himself to his feet. Both her arms situated around him in order to steady him and they both took a steady pace to the bedroom. "When did you start feeling like this..?"
"Af-after you l-left," he muttered quietly.
"Oh! Okay. It's okay. I'll take care of you. Let us get you to the bed first.."
"You-you shouldn't be..."
He suddenly lurched a bit and she quickly raised a hand to flatten against his chest in attempt to stop him from toppling completely over. If he fell the both of them would of spilled to the floor. "You hush now." she scolded him knowing he was just going to tell her something she didn't want to hear. Once at the bed she helped him to sit on the bed and despite his wanting her to or not she helped him off with his shoes. They were tucked under the bed and his shirt was next. After it was removed she dropped the shirt to the floor and it landed with a squishy sound. He was tucked into the bed and she could feel him shaking like a leaf still.
"P-Paige..." he called, trying to burrow himself in the blankets.
The way his voice sounded tore at her heart. It was as if he was afraid of what was happening to him. "Shhh. I'll be right back. Just try and rest."
Before he could argue with her Paige ran to the kitchen and punched some numbers into her phone. It only took her a few minutes to get in touch with the secretary of the doctor who treated her mother for so long. A brief but straight point to the message was left: the doctor needed to hurry her way to the loft and to be warned that it could possibly be an outbreak of the RBF. While she spoke she busied herself with grabbing a bowl and filling it with some water, a few rags tossed in. By the time the phonecall ended she dropped the cell to the floor and rushed back to the bedroom. She would have to go get a chair later but for now she moved the nightstand closer to the bed so she could set down the bowl. Dipping the rag she quickly began to dab his face and forehead.
"Paige..." Dean's voice struggled. "I'm-I'm s-sorry about....before."
"Shh, Dean. I'm not upset at you. Really I'm not. I am going to get you better. So you make sure to rest and get better. I—" Her voice caught in her throat and she nearly started to cry. Folding the rag she placed it across his brow. "I have the doctor coming to see you."
He frowned at her and she knew why. He didn't like the doctors but he also knew neither of them could afford it. She could just just tack it on to the rest of her hospital bills.
"I don't....I can't..." Dean licked his dry lips. "Don't-don't leave me."
She watched his hand sway in the air, searching for her own. Once the rag was on his brow she knelt at the side of the bed, leaning into it with her stomach. Both hands, broken and not, clasped around the hand that reached for her. "I'm staying right here, Dean. Don't you worry. You will be fine! So don't give up, okay' Please promise me you won't.."