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"Yeah, they're behind the other sofa."
He grabs both and gets them set up in front of us before going to ladle out two bowls of soup and bringing them over. "You two eat while I go get fresh sheets and blankets on the bed and grab your medicine."
I grab his hand before he can rush off, squeezing it softly. “Thank you, Hendrix. Really. You didn't need to do all of this, but I'm grateful."
His smile is almost blinding, it’s so big and beaming. “It is my pleasure. There's no way I could go home and leave you like this. It would drive me crazy."
"You've already done too much."
He drops a kiss to the top of my head. “And I’ll do more if you'd let me, so just enjoy it, okay?"
"I'll try."
He strokes the side of my hand with his thumb before releasing me. ”I know you can do everything yourself, but you don't have to. There are people who want to help you and be a part of your life. Let us."
He doesn't give me a chance to respond, instead he ducks into the bedroom, leaving me to think about his words as I try my first bite of his soup.
And it's delicious.
It's bursting with flavor, lemon and ginger spicing the broth, rice and shredded chicken and chopped up vegetables floating inside.
Lexie bounces next to me, clutching her mug of soup close. "This is so good."
I nod. “It is."
"I think I like it better than your chicken soup."
"I do too." I don't take offense at all.
Nothing I've made has ever tasted this good. Cooking isn't exactly one of my passions, I just do it to keep us alive.
Hendrix comes back into the living room, holding the pill bottle. "Your bed is freshly made, so hopefully your nap will be more comfortable and here's your medicine. It should break your fever."
I hold my hand out for him to drop the pills into. “The fresh sheets won't stay that way for long."
I’m a sweaty mess when I sleep, but with the fever added, it’s going to be so much worse.
He shrugs. ”That's okay, I'm going to wash the bedding while you sleep."
"You really don't have to do all of this." I put up a protest one last time, weak as it is.
"I know."
My eyes are heavy and my body feels weighed down.
Hendrix eases the soup from my hands and sets it on the tray. “All right. Let's get you in bed so you can rest. I'll have better food for you when you wake up. Don't worry about anything. I've got Lexie. We'll have fun out here."
The world tilts as he picks me up yet again.
If I didn't feel so shitty, I'd be more self-conscious about it, but I really don't want to walk. Just the thought makes me exhausted. What the hell have I caught? Being sick like this is awful.
Hendrix slides me into the bed, fussing with the covers as he gets me settled.
I grab his hand again to still him. "Thank you, Hendrix. No one has ever stepped up for me like this and I won't forget it."
He presses a soft kiss to my forehead that warms me inside and out, making me feel better and more comforted than any medicine could. "Get some sleep, lovely. I'm right in the other room if you need anything."
I curl up in sheets that carry a faint scent of mint, sleep pulling me under almost immediately.
