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I'M NOT QUITE AS OUTof it as I'm sure it seems. I'm fully aware of everything going on, I'm just too weak to do anything about it. I don't know what the hell happened over night, but I woke up before the sun this morning feeling utterly terrible.
Usually I never get sick or take off work, but it hurts to move and I just can't summon up the energy or strength. Thankfully Lexie knows how to get her breakfast and other food ready, and she's a good kid, able to amuse herself, so I don't have to worry too much about her.
She spent most of the morning cuddled in bed with me, helping to keep me warm. I'm hoping she doesn't get whatever I have, it's fucking terrible.
The warm water is soothing as Hendrix lowers me into the bath. He even sprinkled some of my lavender bath salts in here along with some peppermint oil. He leans me back against a fluffy folded towel, keeping his hand on my shoulder to make sure I don't sink all the way inside.
It's not a very large bathtub, so I don't think he needs to worry too much. I wish I could just summon the energy to open my eyes and thank him. Or ask about Lexie. Or interact with him in any way instead of lying here like a limp rag.
"You're going to be just fine. I can guarantee Ryder will be here as soon as school lets out too. Once I get you out of here, I'll make you and Lexie some soup."
“Lexie.”
"Do you think you can keep yourself from drowning if I go check on her real quick?" Hendrix asks.
I nod. “Yes. She's never seen me like this before."
"That's what she told me. Okay. I'll be right back. I'm going to leave the door open in case you slip in so I hear the splash. Please don't drown."
"I'm not that bad off."
In fact, I'm already feeling a little better. I don't know if it's the bath or the herbs or Hendrix's presence, but my mind is clearing.
There have been studies that being near pack member helps speed up healing, but Hendrix isn't my pack. He's just a friend at this point I have a ton of sexual chemistry with.
He really is gone for less than thirty seconds. And he's panting when he returns.
He sits back on the edge of the bath, keeping his cinnamon gaze on my face. “She's fine. She's watching cartoons and eating crackers. I was told to focus on you and that she was just fine."
I smile. “Good."
"Have you warmed up yet? I don't want you to sit in there too long."
"Yeah. I'm tired." And finally warm.
"You can sleep soon, lovely. I just want to get some food and fluids inside you first. Do you have medicine here?"
"I think I have some cold meds in the cabinet above the sink."
He pulls the mirrored cabinet open and digs through it until he finds it. "Got it. You can take this with your lunch and hopefully it'll help you sleep. You don't sound quite as stuffy as you did."
"The peppermint oil is helping."
"Good. Now let's get you out of there and all dried up." He bends and scoops me out of the bath, not caring that my wet body is soaking his clothes.
And I'm too tired to protest. He's a grown alpha, he can handle himself.
He sets me back down on the closed toilet before wrapping one of my towels around my already quivering body. Away from the heat of the bath, I'm growing cold and weak again.
"I'm sorry. I'll hurry. You'll be warm soon." He rubs me briskly with the towel.
I try to help as much as I can, holding one of the towels tight around my neck. I've given up all semblance of modesty, too sick to care that he's seeing me naked. He's been nothing but a gentleman, remaining strictly professional and focused on caring for me.
Once I’m dry enough for him, he wraps me in my cozy bathrobe I keep hanging on the door and then disappears into my room for a moment and comes back with a pair of fuzzy socks he must have found in my drawer.
He kneels on the floor and slides them onto my feet, his expression so serious. "Is that better?"
I stare down at the alpha kneeling at my feet. “It’s getting that way."
