After dropping abby home I make myself some carbonara. I eat while marking at my dining room table. I've nearly caught up. When I'm done I wash my plate and cutlery, put them away then head off to bed. It's been a long day.
My phone starts ringing. I groggily whip out my arm and peek at the bright screen.
It's Abby!
I'm wide awake now, I swipe the screen and put the phone on to loud speaker. I don't even get a chance to speak before Abby's sobbing down the phone.
'can you, can you come over'. I shoot out of bed, throw on jeans and a T-shirt, slip into some sliders, grab my keys and get in my car.
I drive over to Abby's house, park up and walk over to her door. The doors slightly ajar,
'Abby' I call out.
'In here' she calls. I step in closing the door behind me. I find Abby in the lounge curled up in a ball on the sofa bed with a hot water bottle. She's crying. I rub her back, she's in pain, he face is pale and she's shivering. Her folder listed her medical conditions. Abby has asthma and polycystic ovaries, I know she's started bleeding 'you want some pain killers'
'I've had some' she's quiet for a moment then asks tentatively,
'can you hold me, it hurts' I strip down to my boxers and lay down beside her pulling over the blanket so she's warm. I wrap my arms around her, cocooning her in my embrace. She cries for a little while then she drifts off to sleep. It's not long before I join her.
At 6am my alarm goes off. I'm supposed to be running a revision session this morning. Abby stirs and wakes. While I turn the obnoxious thing off. She lays there staring at me.
'Sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you' I whisper. I log onto my email and message Mr Halt.
- sorry for the short notice but I won't be in for the remainder of the week I have come down with the sickness bug. Please can you arrange cover.
It's utter bullshit but Abby needs me.
I put my phone on the side table, grab the hot water bottle and go refill it.
I slide back into the bed handing the bottle back to Abby. She smiles softly.
'thanks sir'. I smile back then wrap my arms around her again. I coax Abby back to sleep. She's lightly snoring. When I receive a reply
- not to worry, I hope you feel better soon. Please let me know if you can't chaperone for the trip next week.
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The rest of the week has flown by. I've been making food three times a day, buying chocolate and ice cream and making sure Abby's as comfortable as she can be. This week has shown how much I truly feel for Abby. I think I've fallen in love with her....