T W E N T Y - S E V E N

ARABELLA.

“Lay back. “ I tell Alexander as I pull up a pillow behind and he shakes his head. “I can take care of myself, Arabella. “

“Don’t be stubborn. You’ll shut your mouth and lie back. “ I say with a scowl, and he chuckles as he complies with my instruction for the first time.

“That was rude. “ He utters when I remove my hand from the pillow and I shrug. “It was needed. “

I bend down and squeeze the soaked towel, making sure I have every last drip of the water before I gently place the folded towel over Alex’s forehead.

“Not too hot right?” I ask him, glancing at his face and he nods. “You’re treating me like a sick person. “

“Aren’t you one?” I retort and he chuckles weakly. “I’m not. I’m just having a terrible day. “

“Are you always in such denial?” I mutter as I remove my hand from his forehead but he doesn’t say a word.

I sigh and take a seat beside him on the bed. “You’re getting sick, Alex. You’ll only get better if you treat it before it worsens. “

“Hmm, “ He hums as hi