Chapter 17
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I felt awful. I lay in bed. Trying to get one more hour of sleep in. I was supposed to get up. Elvis was better.
Over his cold now.
I had taken care of him all week that past week on the tour bus. I find myself coughing. I groan and hug my pillow to my chest.
Rick comes in our room. He has breakfast.
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"Did you get me a tea?" I manage to mutter as I sit up in bed.
He winces. "Sweetie I got a coffee" he sighs. "I can go back. Sorry it to me forever. Those crowds got me" he admits.
I nod. "No, it is fine" I sniff.
Ricky touches my forehead. "You are burning up" he worries. "you got Elvis cold"
I nod. "I did. I worked with him all week. Now he is better" I say before I sneeze.
"Want me to stay here with you?" he offers.
I shake my head. "Babe you do not need this cold" I say. "you have not had it yet"
"I want to take care of you. Let me stay" he offers.
"No" I sniffle. I blow my nose in a tissue.
"Baby" he argues.
There was a knock on the door. Rick answers it. Elvis comes in with a cup.
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"I brought some tea. I know you love tea. Oh, Ricky got it for you" Elvis says.
"Oh tea! Please and thanks. Ricky accidently got me coffee" I gratefully say. Elvis hands me the cup. And sugar to with cream. "Just how I like it" I giggle.
Elvis nods. "We spent a lot of time together last week. I noticed" he shrugs. "No big deal"
"I should have known you like tea best" sighs Ricky.
"Baby you were sweet to get me breakfast. And offer to stay. Thank you both" I say to them.
"She won't let me stay with her and watch over her" Ricky mutters.
"Well she will me. She can't refuse. Because she had for me" Elvis reminds me.
"Elvis no" I sigh. "I will be fine"
Only it sounded like Finduh.
"Let Elvis stay with you. He told them he was not sure if he was fully well yet. We have the concert under control. Then I won't get sick. Elvis had it. He will be fine" offers Ricky. "I would feel better if someone stayed with you for the night. I would feel awful all night leaving you alone like this baby" he argues.
"Fine. Elvis can stay" I agree.
"Alright. I will get the doctor. And get her meds" offers Elvis.
"I will get the TLC" teases Ricky. "Tender loving care" he offers. He sits beside me on the bed. I sneeze again. Before Elvis heads out the door.
"This was bound to happen. I hope I do not get you sick Ricky" I worry.
"I don't care if you do. I want to take care of you" he worries.
"I am a big girl. I will be fine" I remind him.
"I should have known you like tea" he beats himself up over it.
I place my hand over his. "Ricky, you are so sweet to be taking care of me. Hand and foot. That is all I need. Not perfection" I say softly. "I only need you"
He smiles at me. "I love you. I hope you feel better and back to your old self soon"
"Me to" I say. I stop him from kissing me. I did not want him to catch this.
The doctor makes a house call for me coming in with Elvis. Then I find I had Elvis cold. I was worried Ricky was going to get it next. Hopefully he would not. Or I would take care of him. Then I would get it again and again.
This tour would get ruined!
When it came time for the concert Ricky was fussing over me before he left me with Elvis.
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"I will be back as soon as I can" he vows to me.
"I know Ricky" I answer.
He leans in sneaking a kiss on my forehead. Then he leaves as Elvis comes in the room to take care of me. He had dinner on him. In a bag. Bringing it in.
"Chicken noodle soup" he tells me happily.
We eat dinner together. Elvis tells me stories of Memphis back home. How much he missed it on the road. He was entertaining to listen to.
Elvis did not want me to strain my voice trying to talk. So, he did most of the talking.
I did not mind. We played a game of cards. I wanted to beat Ricky. Surprise him. Elvis taught me how to play. We laughed the night away.
Soon Ricky comes in.
With flowers and candy!!
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"Oh Ricky!" I breath out happily. Ricky hands them to me.
"For you darling" he tells me.
"Maybe I should stay in another room. So, you do not get sick" I offer.
"No, we will not be apart" Ricky tells me. "No"
"Alright Ricky" I give in.
"Night guys. Get well soon Willow" Elvis says before leaving the room.
"Thank you, Elvis. Night" I answer.
Ricky sits on the bedside me. "How was your night?"
"I missed you" I say softly.
His eyes look into mine. "Even with Elvis entertaining you?" he jokes.
"I wished the whole night it was you entertaining me" I admit.
He smiles looking pleased. "Really?"
"Yes" I say with a nod.
"I am so lucky to have you as my girl Willow. I think Elvis likes you more than a friend. The way he cares for you. And looks after you. I see him sneak glances your way when you do not see" he worries.
"Elvis Presley does not have a crush on a no one like me" I scoff.
"I have a crush on you. And in love with you Willow. Do not sell yourself short" he warns me. "What if Elvis did have feelings for you? How do you feel about that?" he asks me softly.
"It would not mean a thing. I am spoken for already. Someone else has my heart. He is right here with me. My heart belongs to Ricky Nelson" I remind him gently.
He smiles. He looks pleased. "I love you so much Willow" he reminds me.
"Hug me please. I love you to Ricky" I beg.
He holds me close. Knowing though he could get sick. He gives me the comfort I needed right now. I could only get it from him. I loved him with my whole heart. I was the lucky one.
"I love you so much Ricky. Only you" I whisper as he holds me close as his arms hold onto me.
I close my eyes as I feel this feeling between us. This powerful love we shared for each other. We had a bond no one could break.
We had love.
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