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| A couple of days after the party, Blake called to check up on how Regan was doing. She seemed to have been so unwilling to talk about her rash and he was very concerned with how severe it had appeared to him. It didn�t look like a normal redness or like a burn, but like something was wrong.
He told himself not to get so fussy about it, it was only a rash. But anything that happened to Regan that was bad for her he was concerned about. That was just the type of guy he was. He called her that day, only to have her mom tell him that she was asleep. She was starting to develop some sort of cold and was tired a lot lately. Something didn�t sit right with Blake, and the next day he went over to see how she was doing. �Blake?� Regan�s mom answered the door when he got there. �Yeah, I am really concerned about Regan. She�s been sick for the past couple of days and I�m worried.� �Oh,� her mom smiled. �She�s in her room. She�s most likely sleeping again.� Blake nodded and hurried up to Regan�s room. Her mom was right, she had been sleeping. And while she was sleeping, Blake examined that her face was even worse than he�d seen at the pool. It was extremely red and almost scaly. It hurt him to see her in pain. She stirred them and Blake jumped a little. He pulled a chair over to her bed and sat next to her, letting his hand rest upon her hair. He discovered that she was a little warmer than usual. �Hi,� she croaked a couple seconds later. �Hey sweetie.� �What are you doing here?� she asked, trying to look up. �No, you just rest,� he instructed, gently pushing her back to her pillow and covering her up. �Why didn�t you tell me you were sick?� �I didn�t want to worry you. Don�t worry about my face alright? I just need to use the lotion and it�ll be fine,� she told him. �I love you,� he told her, kissing her head. �I don�t want anything to be wrong with you. You�re my baby.� �I love you,� she said, and drifted off to sleep. He sat next to her, wondering what could be wrong with her, and as he took her hand in his own, he fell asleep as well. Two hours later he found himself on Regan�s bed and woke up tiredly to find her sitting at her desk, writing. �What are you doing out of bed?� he asked, rubbing his eyes. �And what am I doing in it?� She smiled widely at him. �Isn�t this the weirdest thing? I feel ten times better! And I figured since you were sleeping and I wasn�t, you�d need the bed. Since I need the chair to write, I moved you. There ya go.� �What do you mean you feel ten times better? I came in here a few hours ago and you looked like you were dying.� �I guess it was just a little touch of the flu,� she told him. �I�m fine now though.� �You�re fine all the time,� he said, winking playfully at her. �Now come over here,� he said, patting the place on the bed next to him. She smiled wistfully for a second, then jumped up, and hopped into bed next to him. He took her hand in his own, kissed each finger, and then stared at her face. �You are so beautiful,� he whispered to her before kissing her softly on the lips. �Only for you,� she answered back. They lay together for another hour before she fell asleep again, he kissed her on the forehead, and left. He called her later on, told her he loved her immensely, and then went to bed himself. She had slept most of the day, acquired a fever, and still had that nasty rash broken out across her face. He worried about her, but like the concerned boyfriend he was, he worried about her all the time. He knew she�d be all right. |