The One with the Long Lost Garrick POV!
Remember way back in 2013, when I posted four scenes from Losing It written from Garrick’s point of view? (If you need to refresh your memory, you can check them out HERE and HERE and HERE and HERE!) Weeeeeeeell…as I was combing through my bottomless pit of an email inbox, I came across ANOTHER little Losing-It-From-Garrick’s-POV scene that I never posted. So here you go! Consider it a belated Christmas/holiday present.
This scene is from Chapter 23 of Losing It, and it’s unedited, so please excuse any mistakes.
The One About Sickness and Healing
I needed Spring Break like I need air. I just needed a week where I didn’t have to see Bliss everywhere I went, where I didn’t have to watch her pour her heart out on stage every night in rehearsals. where I could be miserable in peace.
But I had one more rehearsal to get through first. Then I would recharge for the week, power through the end of the semester, and move on.
I sighed. Why was that thought so depressing? I should have been happy to move past all of this.
With my keys in hand, I left my flat to head to rehearsal. I was running a bit behind, so I jogged out into the parking lot.
Bliss stood out in the middle of the driveway, directly in the road, and she was bundled up in sweaters like it was winter, rather than the end of March.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself.
She didn’t even react, but she did wobble on her feet, like the night I’d seen her drunk with her friends.
I called her name again. She shook her head, and then pressed her hands to her temples. She bent at the waist, and I watched her body begin to sag toward the ground.
I didn’t bother calling her name. I ran toward her, and wrapped an arm around her waist a second before her legs gave out completely.
She whimpered and kept reaching toward the ground. I pulled her up, cradling her in my arms. Her head lolled against her shoulder, and her normally lovely pale skin was missing her usual glow. Instead, it was a ghostly white. Even her lips were a pale purple. Every time she swallowed, her whole face contorted in pain. Tiny pools of tears grew at the corners of her eyes, and I was gutted just looking at her.
“You’re okay, love. I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
She snuggled deeper into my embrace, and I felt like I took my first real breath in weeks.
She didn’t stir when I reached her apartment and dug through her pockets for her keys. She lay, dead weight, in my arms, and panic coated my lungs.
I knew, logically, I knew it was mono. There were already half a dozen people out with it in the department. They had a fever for a bit, then they were really tired for even longer, and then they came back, slowly but surely. I knew there was nothing to worry about, but seeing her like this terrified me.
I wrestled the door open, and kicked it closed behind me. I ducked through the curtain into her bedroom and laid her carefully atop her bed. She moaned, but didn’t open her eyes.
My thoughts splintered and scattered all over the place, and I couldn’t make myself focus on anything but the way she wrapped her arms tightly around herself, like she was in so much pain.
I made myself stop and think. First things first, I need to let Eric know that she wasn’t going to be a rehearsal. And neither was I.
I couldn’t leave her. I wouldn’t.
I sent him a text, and then returned to Bliss.
Her eyes clenched shut, and her teeth clamped down on her bottom lip as she shivered.
I pulled the covers up to her neck, but her expression remained tense. I reached out and pulled her bottom lip from between her teeth. She made a humming noise, and I traced my thumb across her lip again.
God, I’d been so stupid. Touching her now, I couldn’t remember why I hadn’t spent every waking moment beating down her door asking for another chance.
My phone buzzed with a call from Eric. I explained what was going on. I lied and said I wasn’t feeling well either. I said I was going to get Bliss settled then go get some rest myself. He didn’t know exactly what to do for mono except to try to break her fever. He insisted that the hospital wasn’t necessary. Just to rest, and not to let her get too hot.
After I hung up, I heard Bliss mumble something, and then say louder, “Ow.”
I rushed to her side. One of her hands had crept out from beneath the covers, and I took it. “You’re okay, sweetheart. Everything’s going to be okay.”
She shivered, and I pressed my hand against her cheek.
She made a noise in her throat and leaned into my hand.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said.
Emotion clogged my throat, and I just wanted to make it better. Her hand covered the back of mine, and she said, “More.”
There were so many things I’d done wrong since I’d moved back here, many of them to do with this beautiful woman, but I could never say no to her. Not even when she didn’t know what she was asking.
Fever. I could do this.
She was wearing two sweaters over her t-shirt and jeans, so I slid those off of her as carefully as I could. I left the covers down by her waist, so that she wasn’t too covered up.
I stared at her for a minute, and then saw her shoulders and limbs begin to shake with the cold. A few tears streaked from her eyes and she whimpered. “Cold.”
She swallowed, and then pressed her head back into her pillow, grimacing.
“Please,” she said.
I didn’t know what was best. I didn’t want her to be too warm, but I couldn’t watch her shiver like that.
“I’m here, love. Hold on.”
Before I could second-guess my choice, I pulled my shirt over my head, and slid into bed next to her. I slid her toward me, and she melted into my chest. She gripped my back with weak fingers, and her cheek was blistering against my bare skin. Still, she shook, and I wrapped my arms around her to try and hold her still.
She sighed every time I pulled her closer and held her tighter, so I did just that. I whispered her name, and combed my fingers through her hair, and ran my hands over her over-heated skin.
“It’s going to be okay.”
I hoped that I sounded more confident than I felt. Finally, after nearly an hour, her shaking slowed and her breathing evened out. I pressed a kiss to her burning forehead and said, ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
She might hate me when she woke. Or worse, she might not care at all.
But every whimper out of her mouth wrung my heart out like a rag, and I knew that moving on from her wasn’t going to be easy.
More importantly, it wasn’t what I wanted.
EEEEEP!! Hope you enjoyed! It’s always fun to revisit Garrick and Bliss. Make sure you check out my extras page for lots of bonus content from all of my series!
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