Story Of Us

Chapter-16

SEPTEMBER'S POV

My eyes went open at the sound of someone's groan. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms. After glancing at the clock on nightstand I realized that it was ten in the morning. Eh? Did I slept this late? I grabbed my hairs into messy bun and as I was going to grab the water bottle, my eyes fell on the right side of my bed and I couldn't help but scream.

I get away from the bed, trying to calm down my rapid breath. I stared for few more seconds to find that it was none other then Zachary. And here I thought that I've seen some ghost.

" What's wrong with him?" I mumbled to myself.

His face along with his neck.. Oh wait.. his whole body was covered in red rashes. I scratched the back of my neck because at this moment nothing was making any sense. He was groaning in pain with his eyes clenched shut.

I went closer to him and touched his forehead only to find it burning in high fever. I quickly pull my hand away from him and maintained a breathable distance.

Ignoring him, I grabbed the bottle and drank water from it to push my mind in it's working state.

Is he dying? Oh hush September, think something else.

Think. Think. Think.

I pouted not being able to figure out anything but then when my mind went to yesterday's event. Chillies. Yes, it must be the allergic reaction he was talking about.

I waited for few seconds before I burst out laughing so hard that my stomach started aching. Awesome! If only I have camera this time to capture his condition or maybe a damn cellphone.

After few minutes of laughing, an idea struck into my mind. What if I'll take care of him and make him believe that I am genuinely concerned for him? Bingo, it would be perfect.

I cleared my throat and composed my posture before grabbing a seat beside him and I slowly shook his shoulder.

" Zachary?"

" Uh..Y-Yes." He whispered, slightly parting his eyes which were red and filled with water.

I scrunched up my nose but turned my acting mode on.

" You're burning in fever." I pressed my palm against his forehead and masked a fake expression on worry.

He coughed and started itching his rashes present on his cheeks. I quickly caught up his hand and shook my head to stop him from scratching them although I wanted to scratch them to bleed.

Woah! Aren't I am getting way to sadistic?

" My body it..fucking hurts." He whined, grasping my wrist.

I glanced at my wrist and rolled my eyes. Now why he is acting like a child?

" Is there any medicines–" I was about to complete my sentence before he get up and rushed towards the bathroom.

I clenched my teeth in frustration and in spite of my reluctance, I followed him and found him releasing the bile out of his throat.

Ew. I covered my nose in disgust but as I was acting like a decent wife, I went closer and started creasing his back. At my touch only, he stiffened and turned his head in my direction to throw a weird gaze at me.

" What are you doing here?" He asked.

Can't you see that I am here to shove your face into your vomit?

" You're not well..so I am..Uh–" I blabbered before he again turned his face towards sink and started throwing up again.

I supported his shoulder and if only he know that how much I've controlled myself from not puking at the disgusting smell of his vomit which was filling into my nostrils.

" Aren't you disgusted?" He again asked, now rinsing his mouth.

You have no idea, Zachary. " No."

He didn't said anything to my reply so I thought of adding something more. " You're my husband, why would I be disgusted?"

Once again all he did was to stare at me with blank expressions. His eyes were trying to figure out something while the little twitch on the corner of his lips was narrating a whole different story about which I was oblivious.

I cleared my thoughts and supported him to walk back to the room. He lied down the bed again and I placed a blanket over him. He didn't removed his continuous gaze from me and released a heavy breath. His breath was even stinking...Ew. Too much disgusting things to tolerate in morning.

However I wanted him to rot like this but I needed something to do for easing his pain since any wife would do her best to make everything alright in this situation.

My memories went to that time when once I was down in fever and Hunter stayed whole night beside me, taking care of me. That i***t was indeed one of the beautiful hearted person I've ever met. His love for me was selfless. But I didn't even got a chance to say goodbye to him.

My heart started filling up with same pain which it was carrying since the day Zachary had murdered him. I chewed on my bottom lips before walking down the kitchen and filling up the bowl with cold water.

My eyes started betraying me and soon the tears streamed down my face. With heavy heart, I quickly wiped them away and concentrated my mind on continuing my fake act.

With one last deep breath, I came back to the room and after grabbing a piece of cotton cloth, I sat beside his head.

I started soaking the cloth in water and then placing it on his forehead. This was what Hunter used to do to me for cooling down the high temperature of my body.

I repeated the same action for several times, before he grabbed my arms and shook his head.

" Don't."

" What happened?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes.

" Don't make me think that you really care for me." He chuckled dryly.

I knitted my eyebrows and blinked. " And what if  I do?"

He again shook his head and stared at the celling, in silence. My heart started beating louder, thinking that he might not believe me.

" Search in the drawer, there might be some antihistamines." He changed the topic easily but there was something strange in his eyes which was hard to figure out.

I nodded and went to open the drawer. I handed him the packet of antihistamines and water bottle. He quickly gulped them down his throat and pressed his eyes shut.

I tucked the hairs behind my ear and waited impatiently for him to say Anything so that I can maintain the conversation with him but I guess he planned to keep his mouth shut. Well, I need to do something then.

I sat on the edge of the bed and cleared my throat. " I've never heard that anyone could be allergic to chillies."

But still that Bastard hasn't said anything. Ugh. Is there any way to make him speak?

" Do you want paracetamol or any pain killers?" I tried again but f**k like last time he kept his mouth shut.

" Zachary, are–"

" Your daughter is like an Angel." He cut my words with of his own.

I stilled at the mention of Claire and realized that he still thinks that she's my own daughter. I licked my lips and hesitated before saying anything to him about Claire.  " Yes, she is."

My mouth started running dry as my mind flew back to the time when he was going to kill her. I balled my fingers into fist and took few deep breaths to calm down the fear which was subsiding in my heart at that thought.

" Relax." He breathed out.

" Huh?" I frowned in confusion.

" I am not going to k-kill her." He shuttered a little while pronouncing the word kill.

I uncurled my fist and glanced in his direction in disbelief.

" Why?" I blurted out, still unable to figure out anything.

He chuckled, humorlessly. " I don't know."

I rolled my bottom lips inside my mouth and sighed. Why he has to be this confusing?

" What's your favourite movie?" He asked, changing the topic for which I was very thankful because I didn't wanted to talk about Claire, especially not to him.

" I don't have any favourite movie." Lie. My favourite was fault in our stars which I always used to watch with Hunter.

" Grace usually watch romantic craps so I thought women might have obsession with them." He shrugged his shoulder.

I cracked a light laugh and almost rolled my eyes, almost. " That's not true."

" What's yours?" I asked.

" I've never watched any movie before." He replied.

I stared at him as if my eyes were just going to pop out of the socket. " Don't tell me you're an alien." I gasped, dramatically to which he let out a hearty chuckle.

" I am not but you're acting like one." He countered.

I scoffed at his meaningless joke. " Why so?"

" You're smiling." He replied after a minute of pause.

I froze and unconsciously I touched the corner of my lips with my fingertips. Why the f–ck I am smiling? I was faking an act right? Then from where I started enjoying his company enough to waste my genuine smile on him?

" What's your favourite cartoon." I smoothly shifted the topic and plastered a fake expression to show that I wasn't shocked to realized that I was actually smiling and that too genuinely.

He moaned in pain while creasing his temple.

" You know people often said that I've magic in my palms which can erase headache in seconds." I forced myself to say such words.

Duh! I know I am an awesome actor.

" I would like to see that magic of yours."

I mentally scowled but anyways, I scooted near his head and started massaging his temple as nicely as I can.

" I was thinking that what would be your favourite position to f–ck me?"

After hearing my question he started coughing and passed me helpless look.

" I don't have enough strength to have a cold shower right now, so don't turn me on." He mumbled.

I smirked. Let's tease him to the extent where he would have to run for having a damn shower in fever.

" Imagine f–cking me as roughly as you can till I no longer be able to walk for a month." I whispered.

His lips automatically get parted while through my periphery I saw a visible rise of his friend. I resisted a laugh and ran my thumb along his bare V cut.

" Imagine your fingers creasing my breast and thigh."

" S-Stop." He breathed out, clenching his fist.

" Imagine–"

" What can I do for you to fall in love with me?" He asked in hoarse voice.

Fortunately nothing. " Whatever you wish."

I said in seductive voice.

He groaned in frustration and closed his eyes for a second before looking back at me in helplessness.

" I'll figure out what to do later but for now can I kiss you?" He spoke almost in a pleading voice.

I mentally face palmed myself and started thinking of anything to avoid this situation.

" Morning breath."

" Doesn't matter." He replied quickly.

Ugh. Asshole, I was taking about your disgusting morning breath not mine.

" Fine." I muttered along with cursing him mentally.

He pulled me closer to his chest and without wasting any second, he started kissing me as if his life was dependent on that kiss. I forced myself to kiss him back in same pace failed, miserably since he was way too fast.

" I know a perfect thing to do for melting your heart." He smiled.

" You do?"

" But before that let me have a f–cking shower."