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In sickness.

02/19/06

In sickness.

Permalink 08:49:00 am by cassie, Categories: Announcements [A]

Feverish with chills and rattling lungs, we had spent the better part of three days on the downstairs couch, trying to sleep and rest off our respective influenzic illnesses. It was Valentine's Day, a day I have never been known to much celebrate, a day when my Dad has always surprised me, Tess, and Mum with flowers and a day when I usually stayed home or went out with the boys to celebrate my singleness and independence.

This Valentine's Day early morning, we were on the couch after being up all night unable to sleep from coughing fits and aching joints, trying to stay warm by the fire, when he said, "I have a surprise for you, let me get it." I told him I'd rather not have the surprise and have him stay with me instead, but I let him go anyhow and he disappeared and came back, wobbling on his feet with his one-hundred and three fever, a dozen roses in hand, all different colors. I had never really gotten roses before, but I decided that I loved them.

When Mum woke up an hour later and came downstairs to take temperatures and bring us Gatorade and do all those things that mothers do that make any sickness seem not so bad, he was lying down on the couch, eyes closed with headache and both arms around my waist as I sat up trying to clear my lungs. She balked at his high temperature, especially, decreed that he needed to take the blanket off of him even though he felt cold, and noted that I should probably get up and move over because I probably wasn't helping bring his fever down by sitting so close next to him with my own fever. Just as she spoke that last part, his arms tightened around my waist to make it clear he wasn't interested in that medical intervention.

I turned around to look at him and the one eye that wasn't shoved into his pillow opened up, looked at me, and he slowly shook his head, "no."

14 comments

Comment from: nika [Visitor]
nikasigh. that's beautfiul -- I'm so glad that you guys were able to be together, even though you had to go and be sick for all of it. :P
02/19/06 @ 10:41
Comment from: mom [Visitor]
momawwwww.
02/19/06 @ 10:52
Comment from: sj [Visitor]
sjThat's s'darn sweet...*sniff*
02/19/06 @ 11:55
Comment from: chera [Visitor]
cheraI swear, Mark must be Tom's long-lost twin or something.
02/19/06 @ 15:12
Comment from: Cassie [Visitor]
CassieYeah, Chera, there are some strange associations there with that one. We all wonder, really, who exactly ARE Tom and Mark and why, exactly, they've never been seen in the same room at the same time together.
02/19/06 @ 18:47
Comment from: Sven [Visitor]
Sveneewww, mushy stuff! That's just gross! :P
02/19/06 @ 23:41
Comment from: Crystal [Visitor]
CrystalWhy do I even
02/20/06 @ 12:49
Comment from: Crystal [Visitor]
CrystalAhem. Sorry about that. Why do I even READ this blog? (Because I love it.)
02/20/06 @ 12:50
Comment from: Jen [Visitor]
JenAwww. Poor Cassie and Mark all sick. All mushy, too, despite the sickness. It's cute. Poor Mark, I can see him all sweaty and feverish and coughing, gripping onto Cassie like she was his lifeline.
02/20/06 @ 13:24
Comment from: Heather [Visitor]
HeatherAwww... so adorable, even though you were both sick! I'm sure David would be the same way. :-P
02/20/06 @ 14:38
Comment from: Cassie [Visitor]
CassieI know, we're disgusting. :D (Sven, you know you love it. heh heh.) I figure I don't actually "barf rainbows and bunnies" (thanks, Abbey) all that often, so, you know. Just sharin' the luuurve.
02/20/06 @ 16:03
Comment from: Cassie [Visitor]
Cassie(And, Crystal, I think you mean you love ME. I mean, I hope. :DD)
02/20/06 @ 17:50
Comment from: abbey [Visitor]
abbeyyour welcome.
02/21/06 @ 05:50
Comment from: Crystal [Visitor]
CrystalActually, yes, that is precisely what I meant. :-)
02/21/06 @ 09:12
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