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Driving home from the doctors I kept touching and twisting my arm to see which angles it hurt at.
Today was the day that I finally had that damn cast removed. Thank-bloody-god. It was driving me nuts! I literally couldn't have a proper shower or drive or do cartwheels or shit like that...not that I do that very often but that's not the point.
So, as a way of celebrating the fact that the casted past is officially behind us, I thought it was a good night to invite Mel and Cameron over for drinks, chips and monopoly.
Monopoly is the best game ever. Ever. Or at least I thought so until Mason managed to beat me in every single game.
Really, the beers were for celebration, the monopoly was just to try and weaken Masons game.
Tonight, I was going to win.
"What are doing tonight?" Asked Mel over the phone as I folded my washing and put it away in my drawers.
"Coming over to celebrate," I mumbled, trying to keep the phone steady between my shoulder and ear.
"Celebrate what?" I could hear her chewing on something crunchy through the phone.
"Getting my cast taken off." I finished folding and sat cross legged on the bed.
"Oh that's exciting! Okay, Cam and I will be right over."
I made my way to the kitchen and started to get food and drinks ready.
Mason had been clearing his throat repeatedly and it was getting annoying. Yesterday he'd been wandering around in his ripped jeans and a white V-neck, I told him off of course seeing it was negative four degrees outside but he had to be all macho and say he wasn't even cold.
"Do you want a glass of water?" I called from the counter where I was putting chips into a bowl.
"Nah, I'm alright." He said, padding his barefeet over to me and wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
"You smell so good." He murmured, burying his face in my hair.
I giggled as his exhale tickled my neck.
"Thanks," I said, turning around and twining my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to me. "You taste good."
He chuckled, nuzzling his face in my neck. Mel and Cameron at the door broke us apart and Mason went to get it while I put the chips and beer on the dining table next to the fully prepared and set up game of monopoly.
"Hey, congrats! How's it feeling?" Mel asked as she squeezed me hello.
"Yeah not too bad, just a little achy but that was to be expected."
"Mmm... what's this?" She eyes the board and then me. In the corner of my eye I could see Mason and Cam conversing in hushed tones.
"Monopoly. I now have a working arm and I am prepared to kick all of your asses." I said proudly, earning a roll of the eyes from Mason and a smirk from Cam.
It was a tight game but I won. I'd managed to end up with both green and dark blue cards, leaving me with the best chance to make money of the others.
Mason had been coughing violently towards the end of the game, earning worried looks from everyone.
"You alright, mate?" Asked Cameron as he cleared empty beer bottles from the table. Mel and I had moved to the couch where we were gossiping quietly.
"Yeah man, I'm fine."
Mel was chatting away and waving her hands in the air, but I was focusing on Mason out of the corner of my eye. His face had become pasty and he was blinking far to hard and rapidly to be normal.
"Ashley? Did you hear what I said?" Whined Mel, waving her hand in front of my face.
"Oh, yeah, sorry what did you say?"
"Cam's taking me to meet his parents!" Wow.
I love Mel, but she tends to come on quite strong, and she's loud. Too loud sometimes.
Cam came up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. She looked up lovingly at him.
"We're going next weekend, so can you come shopping with me on Friday?"
"Sure, I guess so." I was still watching Mason tentatively. I watched as he stood up and swayed a little before walking to the kitchen.
"Do you guys think Mason is alright?" I whispered.
"I dont know, he seems a little out of it..." mutter Cameron as he watched over his shoulder.
"I think he should go to bed, he doesn't look well."
Mel and Cameron said their goodbyes quickly and quietly, sneaking out before Mason could return from the kitchen.
"Mason, are you alr-" I wondered into the kitchen to find him sitting on the floor with his knees bent and his eyes pinched tightly shut.
"Babe, what's wrong?" I asked frantically, basically jumping to him and crouching down to touch his forehead.
"I'm fine, I just needed to sit down." His voice was weak and I stopped him when he tried to stand up.
"You're not fine, you're virtually a thousand degrees." I exclaimed as I touched his forehead.
"Stop fussing..." he groaned as he lifted his glass to his mouth and drank slowly.
When he'd finished the glass I helped him up, letting him rest his weight on some when he stumbled a bit and helped him to our room. He made our way slowly, one step at a time and I could feel heat radiating off him and into me.
We nearly toppled over a few times but I'd finally managed to drop him carefully onto the bed and watch him as he lay back and closed his eyes.
"What do you feel?" I asked, crawling beside him and resting my hand on his belly, watching it rise up and down with each breath he took.
He had a sheen of sweat on his forehead and his shirt was sticking to him.
"Sore, like achy... and it's hot." He had a temperature obviously,and from what he'd told me and what I'd figured out using my doctor skills obtained from Greys Anatomy, he had the flu.
I got up slowly as to not move him too much and soaked a face cloth in cold water, wringing it out so it was damp but not dripping.
I placed it across his forehead and he flinched a little.
"What are you doing?" He asked, moving to pull it off but I stopped him.
"Bringing your temperature down, you're sweating like crazy."
"I'm fine." He mumbled again, this time making me angry.
"If you say that again I will duct tape your mouth shut. Shut up." A hint of a smirk appeared on his lips before he groaned.
I got him settled in bed before quickly going to the kitchen to make him a cup of tea.
When I came back, he had his eyes closed and his head feasting up against a pillow.
I opened his hand and put in some paracetamol and passed him his lemon honey health potion that everyone knows works when you're sick.
"Are you contagious?" I asked, stepping closer to him and touching his forehead again which had cooled only slightly. The paracetamol would bring down his temperature and make him feel a bit better soon.
"I'm sick." He mumbled after slurping his tea and taking a pause to breathe through his mouth.
I stifled a laugh.
"Yes, I'm aware of that." I rolled my eyes. "No doubt from how many times you've gone outside in just a tshirt and jeans or taking out the rubbish in just boxer shorts." I scolded and slapped his knee on top of the blankets.
A smirk rose onto this lips and I knew he wasn't too sick if he could still do his trademarks.
"Babe, it's called fashion." He muttered, causing me to giggle against my will.
After about half an hour, Masons temperature had gone down and he was complaining of a sore throat.
I'd put a pot on the stove with chicken broth from a box - no judgement - and was waiting for it to heat up for him while he complained.
"Just pick a movie." He groaned, resting his head back against the wall with our white doona cover bunched up under his chin.
"Well, I don't want anything that's gonna make me cry!" I whined as I flicked through Netflix to find something that wasn't going to make me feel deflated.
However, I was 'dinged' out of concentration when the timer in the kitchen sounded, meaning that Masons soup was ready.
"I like it when you play nurse," Mason said suggestively, as I handed him a bowl. He winked and I glared.
"Do you want the costume as well? Short white skirt and little hat with a cross on it?" I sneered, roughly putting my hands on my hips.
"Well, if you're offering I'd love it... can you also get the French maid's outfit while you're at it?" He was interrupted by a fit of coughing half way through his attempt to be sexy.
"It's hard to take you seriously when you're hacking up phlegm." I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the worry lines the formed between them.
"Maybe we should get you to a doctor," I said and he immediately shook his head.
"No, doctors mean sick and I'm
Not sick I'm fine ." He wheezed, and I sat beside him rolling my eyes.
"Mason, you're not fine, will you just listen to me-"
"No, Ashley."
"Mason, you're sick. You need antibiotics or something, I'm not about to let you get worse." I nagged, flattening his blankets around him and fussing.
"No, I don't want to go."
"You're acting like a child, just get ready."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Mason, I swear to god if you don't get up now I will leave and stay with Mel so you have to fend for yourself." My arms were crossed as I leant against the door frame and stared at him with a 'yeah bitch, that's what I thought' look.
He heaved himself out of bed and pulled on a pair of tracksuit pants and a hoodie before stumbling his way groggily to the door and down the the garage.
My engined roared to life and his eyes squeezed shut at the noise and we made our way to the doctors.