I hated being sick. It wasn't throwing up that bugged me, or body aches or any of the other normal maladies; it was simply being helpless. Everyone can attest to the fact that when you're under the weather, everything suffers. You can't work, can't think, everything feels like it's suddenly happening underwater. You can't eat what you want, go where you want, or even think what you want when you want to. I guess that's why most of the time, when I'm feeling ill, I tend to just ignore it, not bring it up, and hope it goes away. It usually does, mind over matter, but sometimes the whole can do attitude just doesn't cut it, and those are the times I hate the worst. The times when you're stuck in bed, when you can't even muster up the energy to get something to eat, let alone do something productive, those are the times that really strike a nerve. I feel weak, pathetic, and usually just want everyone to stay away from me. Well, that's how I used to feel.
I was home alone for a change, reading, constantly debating whether or not I wanted to get up to find something more interesting to do and constantly coming to the same conclusion. I was sick, which put me in a bad mood, which made me horny, the normal chain of events, but the idea of getting up to put a porn on or even just unzipping my pants sounded like a lot more effort than it was worth. I wished Lil was around, and, more so, that the sight of sick, flu ridden men got her all hot and bothered. When I got done wishing for that Christmas miracle, I turned onto my side and closed me eyes for a bit. I was tired anyway, maybe sleep would bring dreams of the activities I only wished I had a way of performing right now.
I must not have heard the door open, because the next thing I knew, there was a hand on my shoulder. Lil wasn't due back from her friend's party for another couple hours, but I wasn't about to ask questions as the hand traced up the side of my neck and into my hair. Being something of an atheist, most people would be surprised to find that I not only believed in Heaven, but believed that the place resided solely in my girlfriend's finger tips.
"What seems to be the trouble?" I heard her breathe into my ear.
I turned, opening my eyes, and then almost wished I hadn't. There was no way in hell I was still awake, I must be dreaming, and that brought the threat of waking up and leaving all this, which is a reality I definitely did not want to face. Lily had her hair drawn back in a bun, which was unusual for her, but made sense, since it was the only way she could fit it all under the tight nurse's cap. How she fit the rest of her body into the nurse's outfit was a mystery to me too, since it seems that all forms of physics must have been absent for such a gorgeous body to be poured into such a revealing dress. Her knees were crossed and the skirt was short enough that I could see where the black fishnets clipped on to the garter belt. The top wasn't any higher, and I could see she was wearing the red Victoria's Secret pushup bra I got her for Christmas underneath the outfit. She had cleavage I could probably park my car in, and would be happy to try, all barely concealed by the thin white fabric. I absently noticed that a stethoscope hung from her neck and wondered if it really worked.
She smiled, probably reading my mind, and her hand moved up to my forehead.
"Ooo," she cooed, "you feel hot."
Her hand slid down my jawline, down my sides, slowly, almost accidentally, tracing over my nipples through my t-shirt, before finally settling on my belt.
"I'm going to have to listen to your heart."
She brought the stethoscope out, sliding the cold metal up my chest, gently grazing past my nipples again, and finally letting it rest vaguely over my heart. She made a small face again, then licked her lips.
"Your heart is beating really fast. We need to do something about that."
