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I laid in bed with a very sick Ryder on my chest who was refusing my help but demanding I stay with him. A small cup of medicine sat on the bedside table, the same medicine I’ve been trying to get him to take. “Please, it’s just a little bit.” I pleaded with him, trying to get him to take the medicine.
Ryder grunted, “I don’t need it.” He sounded pitiful, voice horse from all the coughing. One look at him and you’d know he’s clearly sick and in pain. He brought his fist to his mouth as he went into a coughing fit, “ ‘m fine…” He managed to get out between coughs.
I sighed, shaking my head and rubbing his back comfortingly. “You’re not fine, just let me help you.” His coughing fit lasted a few more seconds before he laid his head back down. He groaned into my chest, giving in and accepting my help. “Good boy.” He lifted his head, glaring at me while I got the medicine. He’s never cared for that term of endearment, well he pretended not to. I know he secretly really likes it.
He gagged at the taste of the medicine but got it down, “Fucking awful.” He grumbled, shoving the cup into my hands and resting his head on my chest again.
“See? Not that bad.” I teased him while taking the cup and putting it back on the table. “You’ll feel better soon.” I promised, kissing his forehead.
It didn’t take all that long for the medicine to kick in. He looked noticeably better and the color was returning to his face. I felt his forehead with the back of my hand, it was still warm but not as bad as earlier. “You’re looking better already. I told you the medicine would help.”
Ryder only rolled his eyes, a sign he really was feeling better. “Shut up.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his attitude, “You’re welcome.”