The Two of Us (Love in Isolation 1)
“Come here,” I say, opening my arms. “What’s wrong?”
“I knew this would happen.” She sobs. “I knew you’d catch it from me, and I—”
“Hey. Hey.” I put some space between us so I can fully look into her eyes. “Being able to hold you when you were so beat down was worth it. I’d do it a thousand times over. Don’t you forget that.” I wipe away her tears. “We’ll get through this. I have the hottest nurse in New York.”
My words make her smile, and I take a mental snapshot of how beautiful she is, even when she’s upset. Her heart is so big.
“Now, disinfect everything. I don’t want you to catch this again.” I suck in air, and it feels like an elephant is sitting on my chest.
“Let me grab your inhaler,” she whispers, and I pull her back into my arms, wanting to hang on to her warmth because I know this might be the last time we touch for weeks. “And I’ll call Ryan too,” she adds.
We break apart, and I walk to the bed. “Seriously, take care of yourself, okay?” I demand. “Promise me you won’t overdo it, please. You’re still on the mend.”
Cami looks at me, wipes away more tears that stain her cheeks, and nods. “I promise, but right now, I’m more concerned about you than myself.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
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While I’m no longer running a fever, I’m still not myself, but it’s manageable. I’m not as tired, and even though the dry, unproductive cough lingers, I know I’m on the tail end of this. Thankful is the only way to describe how I feel because it’s been devastating for others.
Last night, after Eli went to his room, I grabbed his inhaler. He insisted that I keep it, but I wouldn’t feel okay doing that knowing how much he’ll need it. It still burns to breathe, but my lungs are stronger than his.
I can’t stop blaming myself, and while it’s counterproductive, this is my fault. Eli came here to escape his inconsiderate roommates. Who would have thought being here was more dangerous? If I could go back and self-isolate myself for the first two weeks of being here, I would. Then again, we never would’ve gotten to know each other on a deeper level if I had done that, so I’m torn on how to feel.
After I jump in the shower and dry my hair, I move the small table from outside of my bedroom to his, then I go to the kitchen. Chanel rubs against my legs and meows as I place her favorite chicken and gravy food in her bowl. Taking a step back, I trip over Bruno, who’s right behind me, and catch my fall. I yell at him, and he gives me sad eyes.
“I’m sorry, but you can’t stand that close to me.”
He takes a few steps back and watches me. “Come on, buddy. I’ll feed you the good stuff.” He follows me around as I fill his bowl and throw him a few treats, then bring Chanel upstairs to eat. As they chow down, I realize I’m hungry too, a sensation that’s new, considering I’ve not had an appetite. Eli took great care of me, and I’m determined to do the same for him.
Cooking isn’t my strong suit, but I’m thankful for the internet because I wouldn’t have known how to scramble eggs. I put them on the plate and decide I need to become more self-sufficient. There’s no reason I can’t teach myself and do more.
A smile touches my lips because I actually made something else without burning down the cabin. I load the tray with everything and some bottles of water, then carry it upstairs. As I’m walking down the hallway, I hear Eli struggling. His coughs are deep, and the wheezing makes my heart drop. Helplessness overtakes me as I frantically knock on his door.
“Eli,” I call out. “Are you okay?”
Instead of answering, he continues coughing. I swallow hard, set the tray down on the table, and wait for him to come to the door.
Once he catches his breath, he says my name.
“Eli?” I ask, becoming more concerned with every passing second.
“I’m fine,” he finally croaks out.
“I made you breakfast,” I proudly say.
“Thanks, baby.” He sounds defeated. I’d trade places and experience being miserable all over again if that’d mean he didn’t have to. Though I want to go inside his room and be with him, I walk away. As I’m near the bottom step, I hear the door open, then click closed.
Knowing I need to keep myself busy, I disinfected the entire cabin again. After three hours of scrubbing, spraying, and wiping, I’m finally done and sweating. Though Eli told me to take it easy, I can’t stop obsessing about making sure everything’s clean. I quickly take another shower, then grab my laptop and try to catch up on the previous two weeks of assignments I missed.