Chapter 16
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"Happy birthday baby!" Ricky coos in my earlobe as he nibbles kisses on my neck.
I wake to find him holding a simple cupcake with a candle on it at our motel room. He smiles at me. It was my birthday.
How he knew I did not have a clue. I was shocked he knew what day it was. I was trying to keep it a secret because I did not want a big hoopla about my birthday. I knew Ricky would make a fuss about it.
Then Elvis would etc.
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"How did you know that it was my birthday?" I stammer. "I never told you" I giggle.
"Well back when we were at the one bar you handed me your id when you were getting carded. I noticed someone was having a birthday" he tells me. He smiles. "I also could not forget all the birthdays we shared when I was dating Avery. I performed at one of your parties" he reminds me.
I blush. "It was my sweet sixteen party. You came and sang. That was when you were coming out as a singer. And you sang on the show. I would never forget that. All the girls were so jealous of me having you at my party. I was the living envy" I joke.
He laughs as he kisses me on the neck. "Blow out your candle. Make a wish" he orders to me.
I nod. I close my eyes make a wish then blow out my candle. I go to make a wish. Then I open my eyes back up. I smile as I lean in kissing Ricky on the lips.
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"Thank you, baby," I tell him.
"You are so welcome honey" he answers me.
As I kiss him again, I forget I am holding the cupcake. I get frosting on the side of my hand. I groan and then laugh as Ricky kisses me. He smiles at me. I lick the frosting off my hand. It was strawberries and cream! My favorite.
"All your wishes will come true today" he vows.
"They already have" I vow.
"How?" he laughs.
"Because I am with you" I remind him.
"Baby what would you love to do today?" he asks me. "Before the concert tonight that is"
"I just want to have dinner with you. Spend my entire day with you" I answer.
"You got it" he vows.
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Someone knocks on the door. Rick goes to answer. I watch as he is talking to someone. He comes back out. He looked concerned. He sighs as he makes a phone call. I overhear Elvis name. Then Ricky comes and sits on the bed with me.
"What is going on?" I ask.
"Elvis. Is sick. He can hardly talk right now" Ricky worries.
"Oh no" I gasp. "he was tired yesterday. He was coughing some" I add.
"Maybe you should go check on him. I will call a house doctor around here to check up on him" Ricky offers.
I nod. "Alright. Let me get dressed. I will go check on him. What room is he in?" I ask.
"I will go with you hold on baby. I will try to call his room while you get around" Ricky tells me.
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Quickly I get up. I shower then dress up for the day. Poor Elvis. I was worried about him. I hoped he would be able to do the concert tonight. Ricky and I soon head over to Elvis room. He lets us come in. The room was dark. And the drapes were closed.
"Elvis what is going on?" I ask.
He mumbles something. I could not understand him.
I reach over to place my hand on his forehead. His eyes flutter open he looks at me.
"Willow?" he says in a soft hoarse voice.
"Elvis you are burning up" I worry over him.
"I am getting you a doctor you need meds Elvis" worries Ricky.
"I will be fine" he argues.
"Elvis you look awful" I worry.
"Could you get me a water? I have a splitting headache to" he moans.
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I get Elvis a glass of water. And something for his headache. He sips his water. And takes his pills then he lays back down on the bed. I did not think that Elvis was going to be able to perform. He looked awful. He begins to cough again.
"You guys need to go before I get one of you sick" says Elvis.
"No, I am not leaving you" I argue back.
I sit beside him on the bed.
Ricky is over on the phone.
Soon the doctor comes in. They check on Elvis.
"He has a high fever. He should not be singing for a few days. He has a cold. He can get better in a few days. I suggest he gets his tonsils out. If he does, he would get less colds. But he won't listen to me" the doctor mutters before heading on his way.
"Elvis why won't you have your tonsils out?" I ask him.
"Because it may change the way I sing" he says before coughing.
Ricky laughs. "Nonsense. Elvis, I had them out and I did fine" Ricky tells him. "I sound the same"
"See you should then less colds" I argue.
"No" Elvis mutters. "Let me sleep" he grumbles.
He places the blanket over his head.
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"I can't leave him. Not like this. He needs someone to watch over him" I whisper to Ricky as we stand by the door now.
Ricky nods. "He needs you. But we were supposed to do things for your birthday" he sighs.
I smile. "We can later on. Elvis needs us. He is our friend" I remind him. "he would look out for us" I point out.
"Well while you are doing that what would you like for birthday lunch and dinner? I am taking orders" he jokes.
"I will let you know" I tell him.
"Willow it is your birthday?" Elvis asks me.
I turn around and nod. "Yes, it is Elvis"
"Happy birthday. Do not stay on my accord. I do not want to ruin your birthday" he worries.
"What are friends for. We are friends right Elvis?" I ask.
He coughs then nods. "Yes" he tells me.
"Friends do not bail on one another" I say. "I am here for you today. And you need to get rest"
"What about the concert?" he worries.
"I will talk to the others. Let me handle it" offers Ricky.
"My fans will be upset" he sighs.
"Elvis they will understand. You rest you will get better. Then you will bounce right back!" I tell him.
"Fine!" he sighs.
He does not look happy.
"I will be back. I am going to talk to our manager" Ricky tells me.
I nod. He leans in kissing me. "You are such a good friend" he says. He smiles then heads out the door.
Time to be nurse. For Elvis. Hopefully I would make a good one!
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