826 A Sickly Idea
I’m noticing there’s a particular the sprouting ti and ti again in this cold and chilly December month… indeed, counting Amanda, that’s the fourth ti soone I know wound up bedridden either by sickness or injury.
First, it was Ash and her needing over a week to adapt to winter.
Then Tyler was next in line to be confined, still needing more ti to recover… allegedly.
Adalia’s a given.
Now, it was Amanda’s turn to be helplessly struck down by the plague of whimsical fate.
But she was a stubborn one, a fighter, a refuser. And stubborn is as stubborn does, willing herself the strength to try and break free of her silky sarcophagus that had her entombed in her mausoleum of a couch.
“You’re guilting ,” she muttered, watching groggily. “Stop guilting .”
I shuffled past her, dusting away the gray bunnies from her shelves. I whizzed past again, clearing up the ss in her kitchen. Then for the final ti, I rounded in front of her, picking and fluffing up the small cushions she kicked to the floor in her struggle.
She whimpered despairingly.
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“You’re a monster.”
“If it was here coughing my lungs out, it’d be you here in a spring-cleaning mood,” I sprung to my defense. “That feeling you’re feeling – that’s to you every ti you do sothing above and beyond for .”
“I’m your girlfriend,” She blinked hazily. “That’s a given.”
“And so is this,” I said, doubling back to the kitchen briefly and returning promptly with a bowl of piping hot porridge in hand. Much to her blatant dismay and probably hidden delight. “Suffer as I have suffered.”
Having no choice but to only simr in silence, she allowed herself to get fed… taking and downing every bite as if she were swallowing a bunch of pricking needles.
This girl really refuses to be pampered.
“What?” I finally asked, as she pulled away from a bite a little too crankily. “Wishing you were in my place instead?”
“That. And I’m also wishing that’s a big plate of carbonara instead. Dim candles. Soft music. And I’m nibbling on a piece of pasta and you’re also nibbling on the sa piece but not knowing, slowly it pulls us closer and closer to each other until…” She let out a long, breathy sigh that cooled down the spoonful of porridge I had raised to her lips. “Clock’s ticking, you know. Doesn’t have to be on the other side of that pasta. Have fun while you still can.”
“I am,” and before she could say much more, I pushed the spoon into her mouth just as she opened them to speak. “You’ve any idea the wickedness people would do to just be in my position right now? Spoonfeeding you? Hearing you moaning softly? Looking so deliciously vulnerable right now?”
“Ugh…” she grimaced, undoubtedly having dealt her fair share with the types I’m referring to, given her reputation. “Let’s not go there.”
“Hey, you started it.”
I figured after so much and so long already, she must have drained out all the reluctance and reserves out of her system but ten minutes later I’m scraping the bottom of the bowl, lifting scoops towards still frowning lips, and it seems I’m sorely mistaken there.
“Is Irene busy tonight or sothing?” She asked.
“Cryptically busy, yes, as always,” I said. “Borrowed Sera for sothing a few days back, she’s still yet to return her.”
“What? For what?”
“Your guess is as good as mine, actually. All I know is that Ria has sothing to do with it.”
“Who?” She asked, clueless for a single second, before her bleary expression cleared in a burst of clarity. “Oh, that phoenix lady. Right. Sorry, I forgot she’s… a thing.”
“Don’t bla you, not like you’ve actually t her yet.”
“Sadly,” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “I take it Sera isn’t exactly happy being under soone else’s roof that isn’t yours?”
“Last I checked with Ash, Irene’s been feeding her fast-food takeouts. So she’s probably doing alright, more or less.”
And at the very sound of Ash’s na, Amanda abruptly steered the conversation elsewhere.
“And what’s Ash doing?”
“Cars 3.”
‘Cars,” She blinked a fair few tis. “What?”
“Yeah, she didn’t really like the second one too much.”
“O…kay,” She paused again, searching for more to say. “And what about Adalia, then? Is she – ”
“Y’know, for soone who really, really craves my attention,” I said, letting the spoon clatter against the ball. “You sure do like turning it towards everyone else when you finally do get it.”
Upon being rightfully called out on her buffoonery, Amanda instantly put her grumblings to a stop.
I raised my brows. “Hey, if you’re secret fetish is being ignored by , then by all ans – ”
“Ew, no!” She said sharply. “I’m not that much of a deviant, alright?” Her scowl flickered. “I think.”
“You think?”
“Look, just,” She roused her body once more, rattling around like a bird trapped in a cage. “I’m just dying here because I’m doing absolutely nothing. I’m not used to it, alright?”
“Used to what? Doing nothing?”
“Exactly.”
“You’ve…” I gave her a look, baffled. “You’re telling you’ve never just done absolutely nothing before? Your whole life? Really?”
“You say that like you’re amazed – I an, what kind of person can just do nothing for hours? for a whole day even?”
“Yeah, what kind of a person, huh?” I said, still smiling despite her words stabbing deep, scooping up another spoonful of love. “What kind of person, indeed…”
“I…” she gazed at , and she saw the hurt, the deep hurt, the deep sting, and promptly broke. “Y-You get a pass, alright? It-it’s fine if you do it.”
Welp, heard it first thing right here, folks. I got the license to be lazy. I’m officially living the life now.
“Point is,” She said, quickly finishing the rest of the porridge. “I can’t just sit here having you feed the whole evening. As much as I love the feeling of being nursed by you. it’ll kill if that’s all we do. I need to do sothing. More importantly, I need to do sothing with you.”
Another loud bout of coughing took over the conversation for a couple of monts. It threw her hair everywhere, shook her all over, and had scrambling for the nearest tissue ply before she could turn the air into more of a biohazard breach.
When her whooping fit eventually subsided, Amanda looked a hundred tis more hassled than she was haggard. Rather than getting feebler, it was like her raw bitterness was powering her through her ailnt. There was sothing in her eyes, a look, an idea, and a second later, she squird around for the final ti, and suddenly rose to her feet – the damp blanket unraveling around her feet.
“We’re going out,” She declared.
I slled danger. “No we are – ”
“Not on the date,” She glanced at . “Just for a walk. A walk, alright? I can survive that much.”
“A walk?” I repeated after her, still a bit wary. “A walk where?”
“Anywhere. Out in the streets, in the cold. It’s not nothing, and that’s good enough,” She heaved a quivering breath. “More importantly, it’s not nothing with you.”
For once, that gloomy heavy cloud smothering her voice cleared away, and it was only the prospect of going outdoors, that it did. I didn’t really wanna take that from her as much as I’d rather stay here and coddle her so more. In any case, she’d know her body more than I would, right? If she thinks she’s good for a walk, then… sure, why not?
“God, I’m so sticky…” She moaned, rubbing all around herself in disdain and disgust. “Nope – I’m showering. Definitely not leaving like this, ugh.”
I mumbled sothing agreeable in response, turning forward and already sinking into the sofa in wait however long I needed to. Amanda staggered a few steps forward into the hall, before whirling around backward again almost as if she had forgotten sothing.
Or – as I glanced at her for a clearer look – waiting for sothing.
“You’re coming with , you know.”
The way said it so casually, so shalessly, for a mont I felt like the weird one for not imdiately getting it.
“I… am…?”
“Yes,” she said, crossing her arms in a way that would even make Alia impressed. “Or did I not hear you say that you would be taking care of for the whole evening? Nurse back to health and whatnot?”
“Don’t know about you, but I don’t think nurses shower with their patients,” I said. “What’s more, I already took a bath this afternoon.”
“Yes…” She leaned slightly down and forward, speaking airily. “...but what if I fall? what if I faint? I’m super sick, right? according to you. How are you gonna make sure I’m still safe if you don’t have your eyes on all the ti?”
They were such perfectly made points on her part that I honestly couldn’t find a thing to say otherwise.
“Or what?” She raised her chin up, flashing a smile, a glimpse, of the usual mischievous Amanda peeking through. “Are you saying you would rather not have your eyes on ?”
And with those last few words, she had snared my gaze onto her figure entirely.
I don’t understand. Her hair was all oily, grimy, and even sticking in places. Her eyes looked sunken in, her lips were dry, and her pale skin was musty and wet. Her clothes were also crooked, disheveled, and wrinkled in places. A far cry from the demure, charming woman that would always grace my sight with her appearance.
A total ss, in short.
So why does she look even hotter here without all that?
A slob, a sickly slob. That’s what she was.
Her hair in streaks of wild tousled blonde, Her eyes half-closed, heavy, sohow so arousing. Her lips were slightly parted, drawing in feeble breaths, letting out softer moans, and her skin was almost shimring, glimring… dripping with her perspiration, her efforts that seeped into her clothes, sticking, clinging to the curves of her body.
Once again, just like with Ash before, I could sit and wonder – when did sickly ever get this sexy?
“I’ll hop in first,” Amanda said, lifting herself up again and turning back, seemingly satisfied by my complete silence. “My arms are heavy; I won’t be able to wash myself properly, so…”
“You need to nurse you.”
“I need you to nurse ,” she affird, nodding once. “Like with the porridge, the tea and what else. I can’t do anything on my own – frail, sickly, woman I am, right? Mm, I might also need your help getting dressed when we’re done. And with walking too, maybe. I’ll have you carry in your arms if I get too tired, how does that sound?”
“You’re – ! Hey…” I gaped at her. “You can’t just use your sickness to your advantage like that, the hell…”
“I can, and I will, and I did,” Amanda called back, her coughs and chuckles echoing deeper down the hall. “It’s what you signed up for, didn’t you? Taking care of all my dire needs?”
Once again, I was left with nothing to say.
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“Now don’t keep waiting, okay?” She triumphantly said, hearing the empty sound of my defeat. “I’m only sick for so long, after all.”
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