I frowned harder.“I did?”
She nodded.
Then I asked her, “What's my white cell count?”
She grinned and said, “Normal.It's just a virus.One that you're having trouble kicking.”She glanced over at Stefan.“Your husband called when he couldn't rouse you.It's a good thing he did.You're desperately in need of fluids.”
I immediately looked at Stefan.“But you're sick, too?”I said, my eyes looking at him and not quite believing what I was seeing.
Because he looked—fine.
Great, even.
No sign of a fever or illness.
At all.
I was so confused.
“I'm better,” he said and picked up the hand that didn't have a needle stuck in it.
“Two days is a long time to have such a high temperature.Especially since you couldn't replace the fluids you were losing.You should be feeling better soon.We added an anti-nausea drug as well.”
This all seemed—crazy.I'd never in my life been this sick.Not once.
“Take care, Mrs.Sovrano.I'm leaving one of my nurses here to change your IV bag and keep an eye on you for a while.”She turned to Stefan.“Mr.Sovrano, we'll keep in touch.I'll see myself out.”And then she left.
Stefan moved my legs over a bit so he could sit on the bed.“How are you feeling now?”
I peered around the room.There was a mountain of towels and washcloths beside the bed.Stefan must've wiped me down when I was sleeping.
A lot.
“Was I really sick for two days?”I asked him, finding it hard to believe.
“You don't remember anything?”he asked, touching my forehead with his hand.
I shrugged.“Not much.Just a lot of bathroom visits, I guess.”
He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it.“Yeah,definitely a lot of those.My arms got quite a workout.”He smiled a warm, loving grin at me.He looked—and smelled—so good.Like he'd showered and dressed not that long ago.
I on the other hand must look and smell like garbage.At least my mouth did for sure.
“Can I have water?And a shower?”
Stefan stood and peered down at me with his hands on his hips.“I don't know.Every time you drank something, it came up right away.”He frowned and looked like he was in deep thought.
“The doctor put Mrs.Sovrano on anti-nauseants.I'll bring up some water and juice,” the nurse said as she poked her head around the corner briefly before she ducked back out.
“Why does that sound so good?”
Stefan laughed and then sighed loudly.“Maybe because you haven't had anything in your stomach for two days?”
My hands slipped over my belly—my very, very, very empty belly.“It feels like I've done a billion sit-ups.”I set my hands on the bed and attempted to push myself up.
Stefan leaned down in an instant to help, stuffing pillows behind my back.
“That feels better.Thanks.”And it did.Plus, my head didn't feel all woozy or like the room was spinning.
