“Hey. I don’t mean to spring this on you, but Lily is sick, and I was just wondering if she has a habit of fainting?” I ask him.
A cold or the flu shouldn’t be too bad, but I don’t like the fact that she fainted. As far as I know, that’s not normal.
Hopefully, the doctor will be here soon.
“Yeah, she actually does. It’s been many years, though, as far as I know. She can faint when she’s stressed or running a high fever, or a combination of the two.”
I drag a hand through my hair.
Hell, I bet our fight—if you can call it that—didn’t exactly help the situation.
“Yeah, okay. A doctor is coming over soon. Anything else I should know?” I ask him, pacing around the hallway.
“She likes salty snacks and Coke with sugar when she’s sick. Then she’ll at least get some food in her system,” he says.
“Okay, thanks. I’ll make sure to get some,” I tell him, writing it down so I don’t forget.
My mind is reeling, consumed by concern and guilt.
I can’t help but feel like she wouldn’t have gotten so bad if she had told me sooner.
Her not telling me earlier has everything to do with my stupid behaviour yesterday.
And it’s not like she has anyone else here in London to call.
“Take care of her, Sebastian. And call if there’s anything.”
“I will.”
We hang up and the doctor arrives. I show him to the room and stand back when he examines her.
Lily stirs when he gently wakes her up.
“Hi Lily. I’m Dr. Davies. How are you feeling?”
She looks from the doctor to me before raising her eyebrows, and the fucking relief at seeing some of her attitude return is fantastic.
“Really? A doctor? I told you I probably have a cold.”
“You fainted, Lily. Just let the doctor do his job, and he’ll be on his way,” I tell her.
She relaxes back in the bed and spreads out her arms.
“Check away.” Making Dr. Davies and me chuckle.
Luckily, it seems like a regular flu, and the doctor tells me to watch her fever. It may be high for a few days, tiring her.
If she develops a cough or other symptoms, he told me to call. As soon as he’s done with his checks, she falls back asleep, confirming what he just told me.
The most important thing is that she stays hydrated and eats something.
When he leaves, I sit down in the kitchen with Harriet, writing up a list of things I need for her.
“I’ll go out and buy some snacks and drinks for her. Anything you need?”
Harriet is usually the one who does all the shopping, and the way she is smiling at me, it’s clear she’s having all sorts of ideas right now.
“What?” I ask.
