Falling
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"Get up and walk to the bathroom or I'm going to squeeze your testicles the same way. It's going to hurt more."
Grayson curses at me so many times and in so many different ways that it doesn't even make me feel bad, it just makes me laugh. He gets out of bed and walks to the bathroom like it's the hardest thing he's ever done in his entire life.
"I hate you. I really hate you."
"Take off your shirt," I instruct him once he's inside the shower but of course he doesn't listen to me, he’s still mumbling things. I have to go in with him and take his shirt off by myself. I turn on the faucet and when it's at a warm temperature, I push him into the water, "Grayson, please. I didn't think you were so dramatic."
"Dramatic?" he asks, completely offended and shaking so hard his teeth click, "Wait until I take my revenge on you and you'll know who's more dramatic."
I don't answer anything, just roll my eyes and turn on the cold water faucet a little to let the water slowly cool down.
Grayson of course cries like a baby for several minutes but then his temperature starts to get better, I guess, because he stops shivering. I switch from warm to cold water for quite a while until we hear someone come in. I grab a towel that is hanging on the side of me and hand it to Grayson. Before I leave, he puts his hand on my shoulder to stop me.
"Hey, Angel. I don't hate you," he apologizes, looking down at the floor, "Nor are you a bïtch... well, maybe you are a little but in a good way."
I didn’t know he was calling me a bïtch.
"I know you don't hate me," I smile at him, "Dry yourself and wait for me in your room while I make the remedy. It's not magic, but I remember feeling much better with it when I was sick."
"Thank you, you're a sweetheart," he murmurs and starts coughing. I leave the bathroom and when I get to the living room to greet Bastian and grab what he bought, I make sure not to cross Lion's eyes.
I go to their kitchen and put water to boil, then I start putting the ingredients in one by one. Once that's finished, I make a salve with what's left over, almost breaking down the blender. I remember it stings a bit and even though I could handle it when I was thirteen, I'm not so sure Grayson can handle it. Alpha and all, he’s a cry baby.
"First you need to put your head in here and breathe in the steam for a few minutes," I instruct Gray, setting the pot on a portable little table on his lap. To my surprise, he heeds me without complaint and puts his head where it belongs. While he does that, I put ointment on his back and chest.
"How long do I have to do this?" he complains thirteen seconds later and raises his hand to scratch his chest but I slap it away from him, "Mid, this smells like a forest of drugs and whatever you put on me is stinging me, isn't it poisonous? You didn't even ask me if I'm allergic to anything.”
"Don't lift your head, just breathe it in for a few minutes."
I wish he was allergic, that would give me the perfect excuse to call an ambulance and have him taken to a hospital.
{ Grayson }
I've never been sick like this before. I've never been like this before and I don't ever want to be like this again. Usually my wolf helps me and gets me healthy soon, but this time he just disappeared.
While Mid put her homemade cream on me and forced me to breathe in that herbal mixture of dubious provenance, I must admit that I thought it was stupid. Really stupid. But now, an hour later, I give her permission to keep filling my torso with that magical probably poisonous substance and agree to drink tea of whatever she wants to give me because it's working.
I'm not suddenly cured or anything, but I'm no longer shaking or coughing my äss out anymore.
"Talk about something, Mid, distract me. I don't want to think about how much I want to scratch myself," I beg, closing my eyes tightly. We've been chatting for almost an hour but I need constant conversation and Mid has been quiet for longer than she should be.
"Mmm, I don't know what to talk about," she complains, "Don't push me."
"Anything, Mid. Anything you want."
"Okay, mmm, I saw a movie yesterday. It was very interesting. It was about a man who discovered a gold mine under his house..." she starts and for the next thirty minutes she tells me about the movie in extreme detail, telling me the dialogue and explaining the shots.
"Really? After his father died?" I ask, interrupting Mid. I'm more interested in this movie than anyone would think, maybe because the way Mid is telling me about it is like it's an audio book, "What a bastard."
"I know, I cried with that part," she mumbles, looking up at the ceiling, "But then..."
"Your shift is over, Nurse Midnight," Lion says all of a sudden, opening the door and startling us, "Go home."
"No," I cry and put a hand on Mid's thigh to stop her when she wants to get up. When Lion squints his eyes at me, I hold up my hands innocently, "Please. I've been alone and dying for a full week and Mid has made me feel better. Stop being a killjoy and stop this punishment. At least for today."
Lion crosses his arms, ready to say no.
"If you lift my punishment, I'll do the dishes for a full week," Mid says before he says no. I guess by this point in living with him she knows how much he hates doing any housework, especially washing dishes. For as long as I can remember he's had us eating on napkins and with our fingers.
"One month," Lion bargains and Mid agrees immediately, "Fine... I guess you're not grounded anymore. But I'm still mad at you and Bastian is right out there where he can hear anything you guys do and he's going to report me if you do anything I don't like."
"Don't worry, I have this," I lean over awkwardly and open the dresser drawer next to my bed to pull out that red ball I bought on a foolish impulse and have never used on anyone but myself. By the way, I regretted doing it too soon, "It catches all the screaming. I give it a 10 out of 10."
Lion just takes a step toward me and Midnight holds up a hand to stop him.
"He's playing," she tells him, in an obvious tone, Lion takes a breath and accepts it, walking out of the room slowly without ever taking his eyes off me, "Is that ball fun?"
"No, not at all," I complain and toss it in my drawer again, "I put it on once and almost had a panic attack because I couldn't get it off. My jaw hurt for weeks. It's not worth it."
"Too bad, it looked like fun," she complains and sighs on one side of me, "How do you feel?"
"Better than before," I agree and turn on one side to get a better look at her, "Tell me something."
"You must be delirious," Mid laughs, turning to me as well and touching my forehead, "It always bothers you when I tell you things."
"It's because you take a long time explaining everything and I always have things to do, but now I'm bored and I don't feel upset at all. And I like your voice, I like that you know everything."
"I don't know everything," she shakes her head but smiles and her eyes start to sparkle, "That would be impossible."
"You know everything," I insist, "Who invented the blender?"
"Don't be silly, that's too easy. Stephen Poplawski. Ask me something difficult," she asks me, with a lot of pent-up emotion in her little body. I've never met anyone besides me who enjoys a mental challenge so much.
I don't know how much time passes, really, I have no idea. I just know that suddenly it's completely dark outside and I still haven't asked anything Mid doesn't know. Right now she is telling me a list what the biggest stars known to man. I stop her when she's on her fifth because I have no way of knowing if she's making up names or not (I know she's not).
"Hey," Bastian calls a while later opening the door without knocking. Unable to help myself I grumble with a growl because he's interrupting us on something so important. Suddenly my wolf is back and he doesn't like that they are interrupting his time with Mid, "Everything okay? You’ve been here for hours."
"Everything is fine, Bastian. We're chatting, Gray is feeling better," Mid tells him with one of her flirtatious smiles that I don't find very funny and points to the salve on my chest. Bastian raises his eyebrows wordlessly and leaves without changing his expression, "Okay, where were we: Mark Laubutone in 1867, then Darcy Western in 1871, then..."
"Okay, you know it," I stop her, before she lets loose talking again about things I can't check, "I keep my word that you know everything. We can continue this game later but I'm feeling very tired now, I want to sleep."
"Okay, I'll be back tomorrow," Mid starts to get up but I put my hand on her forearm and stop her.
"Stay here," I ask, settling better on the pillow and yawning, "Lion won't say anything. Talk about something until I fall asleep."
"What about?" She asks, accepting my idea and lying back down, "When I can't sleep I start counting. Tell me a big number and I'll start counting."
"Three million seven hundred thousand five hundred and thirty-two," I answer immediately and close my eyes. Mid starts talking and it sounds like a sëx computer.
I love it. I could listen to her forever. My wolf starts to feel a way he shouldn’t while we’re so sick.
"Three million seven hundred thousand five hundred and thirty-three, three million seven hundred thousand five hundred and thirty-four, three million seven hundred thousand five hundred and thirty-five, three million seven hundred thousand five hundred..."
That's when I stop listening to her and fall deeply asleep, feeling like I'm going to be able to rest for the first time this week.
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