Bambi POV.
So much is happening, and I’m not keeping up with what’s going on, my body is against me right now, it’s pushing against me, I don’t remember the last time I got sick, and who took care of me back then, but I’m sick now things are too much for me to keep up with and now I’m sick.
I woke with a killer headache, I tried to move but couldn’t I knew this wasn’t my bed, I knew from the scent of it, it had a men’s smell, one that I really loved, and knew it belongs to my boss, which means I’m sleeping in my boss’s bed.
“Sir?” I ask out loud, the headache was killing me, I didn’t know what to call or ask him, I wasn’t sure what to do here.
“You’re up little deer? You feeling any better?” he asks me coming toward the bed, his hand went toward my forehead touching me, I did feel very hot and didn’t know what to do anymore.
“You still got a fever,” he says, I did feel hot but didn’t know I really have a fever, until he informed me so.
“I’m tired,” I say on the verge of tears again, I was too near to crying, I don’t feel well at all, and I have no one to take care of me, except him, he only needs to keep me alive, not really take care of me right?
“I’ll get you some medicine,” he says making me whine, I don’t want to take it.
“Hey, no fussing at me, you’re taking, it’ll help you feel better,” he says putting the medicine in a plastic syringe and coming toward me, he had to hold my mouth open and push the med inside my mouth, making me groan, what a big cheater, he didn’t wait to have my permission, and I don’t want to drink it.
“Nu like you,” I say still feeling very young, very small compared to my usual self, and I don’t know why I’m feeling like this.
“It’s okay sweetie, you’ll love me again once you feel better, do you need the bathroom?” he asks me, and I had to think about it, I nodded my head, yes, but I was too dizzy to get up on my own, he had to help me out of the bed, and took me toward his bathroom, I’m in his room again, I tried to remember how I ended up here, I came here because I vomited all over my bed right, I groan.
“I can do this alone,” I say trying to kick him out of the bathroom, so I can pee all alone.
“Okay, call me if you need me, there’s a clean… on the counter,” he says not mentioning clean what, but after he left and I pulled my PJ down, the one I don’t even remember putting on myself, and underneath my PJ was a pull-up, I never use those. The only other day I had a pull-up on was that day years ago when I got drunk with Colin and I was magically placed in my bed, I thought that was Thalia, but now I have my doubts, after finding out what he is in the pack and the company.
I finished my business and then I put on the clean pull-up, I didn’t have any panties on me here, and I’m not going to mention the old one is a tiny bit wet, but I’m sick, that’s my excuse, being sick and when I’m sick, things happen without my order or control.
I went right back to bed, ready to sleep until I feel better, and if Chris doesn’t want me here, he’ll have to carry me out, I’m very comfortable in his bed, it’s even comfier than mine, and smells so good.
“I’m gonna go get you breakfast, you good staying here?” he asks me, yey! I can stay!
“Yeah, thank you… for letting me stay,” I say, he didn’t have to let me in, but he did.
“You’re always welcome here little deer,” he says, and then leaves the room to go and get me my food.
Now that I’m almost awake, I should’ve asked him for coffee, hopefully, he’ll get me some coffee on his own, a lot of things have happened yesterday but I need coffee to be able to think them through, my brain ain’t working correctly yet.
“Here you go little deer,” he says handing me a tray with my food on it, he made me oat with a glass of orange juice, and finally a mug, my mug! The little deer mug, but it wasn’t filled with coffee, instead it was tea, I felt very betrayed right now.
“That’s not coffee,” I say with a big pout, how am I supposed to wake up and think about what happened last night if I don’t get my coffee, tea won’t help, I need the black drink!
“It’s herbal tea to help your flu,” he says, but coffee is a hot herb too.
“Coffee is better,” I tell him, I want coffee.
“No coffee until you get better,” he says, that’s not fair! I need to think.
“I need my coffee,” I inform him with a big pout on my face.
“No, you don’t, not until you feel better,” he says.
“Fine,” I say deciding to go and get the coffee myself when he leaves to work.
“Eat sweetie,” he says, I only took a couple of bites of the food, not really hungry, nor having the appetite to eat.
“I’m done, aren’t you going to work?” I ask him, shouldn’t he be out with the littles?
“No, they can take care of themselves, I’m staying here with you,” he says.
“You don’t have to stay with me,” I assure him, I can stay alone, I’ve always been alone.
“I’m not leaving you alone little deer, we can watch a movie together, or talk,” he says taking the empty tray away, I didn’t drink the tea, it’s icky, but the orange juice was good, he placed the tray away and sat on the bed next to me this time. One hand went around me, pulling me toward him, I laid my head over his chest with a sigh, coffee would have to wait.
“You want to watch Encanto?” he suggests, I know the other littles were talking about the Bruno song, and I want to see it.
“Yes please,” I answer him, watching the movie, and sitting with him, this was a whole new thing for me, having someone take care of me while I’m sick, maybe mom did it, but I can’t remember it much.