In Benja We Trust, In Bacca We Must.[Merome+Skylox]

13. Sick

(So this chapter is in inspiration of me being sick. Let's see if we'll hit 1k reads by tomorrow, that'll make me feel a lot better.)

Jerome's POV

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A loud fit of coughing woke me up. I rolled over.

"Mitch, are you okay love?", I asked. He groaned in response.

"I don' feel goo'.", he slurred. I reached over and felt his face. He was burning up. I hopped out of bed, tucking him in.

"You stay here, okay? I'll get you some Motrin and something to drink.", I told him. I ran into the bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet, doing my best to ignore the razors on the walls.

"Now's not the time to think about that, Jerome....", I mumbled. I was still struggling with my little issues, but it was getting better. Right now though, I needed to focus on Mitch. I finally found the Motrin and ran into the bedroom.

"Here you go Mitch.", I said, handing him the bottle of pills. He coughed.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Jerome.", Mitch whispered.

"Anytime, Mitch, anytime.", I smiled.