The following day, you started working on making Taylor happy by keeping your promise from the night before and letting this slip throughout the week.
As sick as you were, felt, you pushed yourself to keep going and you did. It wasn't easy, you did it and if you were being honest, you felt proud of yourself and that motivated you to keep going. However, you did notice that doing this was keeping you distant from Taylor and yes, you missed her like crazy but after what went down, you kept trying to keep distance. What you had thought was the thought of Taylor not noticing your absence and not missing you at all, in which she did. It was Taylor's day off and you were both off doing your own thing; you were making sure things were in order and organized as they were put away and Taylor was lounging on the couch, watching re-runs of Friends on tv.
Neither of you had hardly said anything to each other still. While the fight was fresh in your mind and often played out, Taylor seemed to forget about the fight and instead, seemed to catch on that you were sick with something. You were sniffing away your sinuses continuously until Taylor asked you if you were okay.
"Y/n? Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
You don't look at her as you respond like she had expected for you to do and that worried her even more about you.
"Are you sure?"
Taylor doesn't give you a chance to respond this time before getting up and walked over to you as she took a hold of your chin, forcing you to look at her directly. You took a step back as a reaction to her unexpected touch, but she still didn't understand and asked you once more.
"Are you oka-"
Taylor stops in mid sentence as she presses her hand against your forehead and as soon as she had felt the warm fevered skin under her touch, she takes a hold of your hand and pulls you alongside her as she walks over to your bedroom. You settle into bed under the warm blankets as she takes herself into the bathroom and returning with a thermometer in hand and places it under your tongue before you letting you speak a single word in protest as you usually would. Once she takes it from you, she gets a look at it and let's put a small gasp.
"You have a fever. Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well?"
Just as she asks you this, you turn away from her before you respond.
"I did. A couple nights ago."
Taylor is silent at first as her thoughts process to a couple nights before, to the one you were referring to. You look up when you feel her soft hand clasp in yours in a loving and tender caring hold as you ready yourself to hear what she had to say next about the incident.
"Y/n, I'm so sorry. I know what I say now won't change a single thing I did or said that made you feel you can't tell me anything, for making it seem I may not be willing to listen to you. For that, I'm giving you my sincere apology that I hope you will accept and forgive."
You only nod as no words of acceptance and forgiveness could roll of your tongue. The only thing you really could do was to let yourself fall into her embrace, hug her, and spend the rest of the day letting her take care of you.
