The Bet

Chapter 65

Riley's POV

Like I expected, Saturday morning I woke up full blown sick. Worse than I expected though, of course.

My attempts at eating anything were a failure, as I couldn't keep anything down. My eyes were watering, my ribs and back hurt from coughing so much, my nose was running, and I had zero energy.

So, it looks like I wasn't going to work today. And by the looks of it, for awhile.

I was hoping that I would be able to work this week. The cafe would be extra busy with all I the holiday shoppers coming in, and also double the amount of tips.

I coughed once again, wincing at the pain in my back, while I held my ribs. Not only was I sick, but I was also in pain.

I laid back down on the pillow, just as my phone went off. I reach over for it, where it was placed amongst the tissue box, orange juice and Advil cold and sinus.

JAMES-Hi baby, how are you feeling?

RILEY-Terrible

JAMES-So you are sick?

RILEY-More like dying, but sick works too

JAMES-How about I come by to visit you?

RILEY-Sure if you don't mind catching whatever I have

JAMES-I'll take my chances. See you in a few

RILEY-Okay

I tossed my phone back onto my nightstand and waited for James.

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"And how's my sick girl doing?" James asks, sitting on the bed. He sat beside me, propped up against the headboard. I remained lying down with my head on the pillow as he played with my hair.

"Not good." I sniffled.

"I got you something." He says, grabbing the bag he bright with him.

"You didn't have to-"

"Relax Riles. It's nothing big." He assured me. From the bag, he takes out a box of tissues, more Advil cold and sinus, and cough drops.

"The least I can do." He says.

"Aw, thanks." I reply. "And if I wasn't sick, I'd kiss you."

He chuckles and kisses my forehead. When he pulls away, a look of worry and concern clouds over his face.

"Riles," he says, feeling my forehead, "You're burning up!"

"Why am I not surprised?" I sigh.

"Do you think you will be able to work this week?" He asks.

"Probaly not." I sigh again.

"Look Riley, you really don't have to get me anything. I'm serious." He says, combing his fingers gently through my hair.

"But what about my dad? He's done so much for me. I can't leave him out." I tell him.

"Will you get paid at all for this week?" He asks.

"Not if I don't get all my hours." I explain. I gives me a sympathetic smile.

James's POV

An idea comes across my mind, as I try not to hide my excitement.

"I'm sure you'll think of something." I tell Riley, covering up my idea.

"I hope so." She sighs sadly.