“I waited awhile, called the hotel to see if you’d checked in. They said no. I called a couple others. They said no too. So I went after you, thinkin’ maybe you got yourself into trouble. You did. I found your car in a ditch, you asleep in the back. I brought you and your shit to the house. You were out like a light, dead weight.” His torso twisted and he pointed to my suitcase which was on a comfortable looking armchair across the room then he twisted back to me. “Put you to bed, slept on the couch.”
I was definitely getting lightheaded, not only because of being sick but also because of what he just said. Therefore, in order not to fall down and make a right prat of myself, I skirted him, walked to the bed and sat down or, if I was honest, more like slumped down.
Then I looked up at him and asked, “You put me to bed?”
He’d turned to face me, his brows were drawn and he didn’t look amused anymore.
“You’re not okay,” he stated.
“You put me to bed?” I repeated.
His eyes came to mine and he said, “Yeah.”
I pulled at the t-shirt and asked, “Did you put this on me?”
The grin came back, it was different this time, vastly different and my lightheadedness increased significantly at the sight.
Then he said, “Yeah.”
I surged to my feet and then my vision went funny, my hand went to my forehead and I plopped back down on the bed.
Suddenly he was crouched in front of me murmuring, “Jesus, Duchess.”
“You took my clothes off,” I accused.
“Lie down,” he ordered.
“You took my clothes off.”
“Yeah, now lie down.”
“You can’t take my clothes off!” I shouted but I heard my loud words banging around in my skull, my head started swimming and I would have fallen backwards if my hand didn’t come out to rest on the bed to prop me up.
“I can, I did, it ain’t nothin’ I haven’t seen before, now lie down.”
I started to push up, announcing, “I’m leaving.”
He straightened and put his hands on my shoulders, pressing me right back down. My bottom hit the bed and I looked up at him suddenly so fatigued I could barely tilt my head back.
“You aren’t leavin’,” he declared.
“You shouldn’t have changed my clothes.”
“Duchess, not gonna say it again, lie down.”
“I need to go.”
I barely got out the word “go” when my calves were swept up and my body twisted in the bed. I couldn’t hold up my torso anymore so it also fell to the bed. Then the covers came over me.
“You had medicine in your groceries. I’ll get that and you need some food.”
“I need to go.”
“Food, medicine then we’ll talk.”
“Listen –”
“I’ll be right back.”
Then he was gone and I didn’t have the energy to lift my head to find out where he went. I decided to go to my suitcase, get some clothes on and get out of there. Then I decided I’d do that after I closed my eyes just for a bit. They hurt, too much, and all that sun and snow, I had to give them a break, it was too bright.
Then, I guess, I passed out.
*
“Nina, you with me?” I heard a somewhat familiar, deep, gravelly voice calling from what seemed far away.
“How do you know my name?” I asked, not opening my eyes and I would have been highly alarmed at the grating sound of my voice if I wasn’t so very tired.
“You’re with me,” the somewhat familiar, deep, gravelly voice muttered.
“My throat hurts.”
“Sounds like it.”
“And my eyes hurt.”
“I’ll bet.”
“And my whole body hurts.”
“You’ve got a fever, Duchess.”
“Figures,” I murmured. “I’m on holiday. Fit as a fiddle through my boring bloody life, I go on holiday, I get a fever.”
I heard a not in the slightest unattractive chuckle and then, “Honey, I need to get you up, get some ibuprofen in you, some liquids.”
“No.”
“Nina.”
“How do you know my name?”
“Driver’s license, credit cards, passport.”
My eyes slightly opened and that was too much effort so I closed them again.
“You went through my purse.”
“Woman sick in my bed, yeah. Figured I should know her name.”
I tried to roll but that took too much effort too so I stopped trying and said, “Go away.”
“Help me out here.”
“Tired,” I mumbled.
“Honey.”
He called me “honey” twice. Niles never called me “honey” or “sweetheart” or “darling” or anything, not even Nina most the time which was my bloody name. In fact, Niles didn’t speak to me much if I thought about it which, at that moment, I didn’t have the energy to do.
I was nearly asleep again before I felt my body gently pulled up then what felt like my bottom sliding into a man’s lap then what felt like a glass against my lips.
“Drink,” that somewhat familiar, deep, gravelly voice ordered.
I drank.
The glass went away then I heard, “Open your mouth, Duchess.”
I did as I was told and felt something on my tongue.
The glass came back and then, “Swallow those down.”
I swallowed and jerked my head away, the pills going through my sore throat hurt like crazy.
I ended up with what felt like my forehead pressed into someone’s neck, soft fabric against my cheek.
“Ouch,” I whispered.
“Sorry, darlin’.”
I was moved again back between sheets, head on pillow and before the covers fully settled on me, I was asleep.
*
I woke up when I felt something cool, too cool, hit my neck.
“No,” I rasped.