6
Vincent
My chest ached with worry.John had suddenly become ill after we made love and I didn’t know how to react. I wanted to help, but John had huddled in the bathroom, flipped the fan on, and shut the door, making it clear he didn’t want me involved. I sat there uselessly on the couch, only praying that he would getbettersoon.
After half an hour of me losing my mind with panic, John stumbled out looking haggard andmiserable.
I shot out of my seat and went to him, helping him stand. “Do you feel a bit better now?” I askedsoftly.
Henodded.
I helped him back to the couch and sat him down. “Let me make you tea. Do you have anyginger?”
He nodded again and pointed weakly to the top of the fridge, where a row of tea boxes stood. I ran over and began preparing a mug of hot tea for him. While the kettle boiled, I picked up a blanket and wrapped it around his bare shoulders. He blinked wearily upatme.
“You don’t have to stay,” he said, his voicehoarse.
I was baffled. “Yes, I do,” I said simply. “I have to take careofyou.”
John looked like he wanted to say something, but changed his mind. He gave up on speaking and leaned back into thecouch.
“Are you cold?” I asked. We were both still naked and I was afraid he would get chilly, even with theblanket.
“A little,” headmitted.
“Wait here, I’ll berightback.”
I took off in the direction of what I assumed was his bedroom, since his apartment only had a few rooms in the first place. I rummaged through his drawer and found a shirt that looked comfortable. While I was at it, I found a clean pair of boxersaswell.
“Is this one okay?” I asked, holding up the shirt in thedoorway.
When he nodded, I brought it over and gently lifted his arms, pulling the shirt over his head. He settledintoit.
“Stick out your legs,”Isaid.
He did so. I noticed how his legs trembled with effort and I felt a pang of concernagain.
I brought the boxers over his legs and overhisass.
“Thanks,” Johnmumbled.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “We’re mates, right? As your alpha, it’s my job to take careofyou.”
John had a faraway expression on hisface. “Yeah.”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “Is there anything else I can doforyou?”
John shook his head. “Just… stay herewithme.”
“Ofcourse.”
The kettle started whistling. I ran over to the kitchen and prepared him a mug of ginger tea. The tangy scent filled my nose. I took it over to John and held it out for him, and he shakily accepted. Just to be sure there wouldn’t be a spill, I brought the coffee table a littlecloser.
John weakly patted the spot next to him. I sat down and put an arm around him, pulling him against me. His body was too warm - he felt almostfeverish.
As he took a sip of his tea, I asked, “Do you feel a bitbetternow?”
“I do,” he said, staring into the hot liquid. Steam curled against hischeeks.
