Look I’m not always in the best of health. I get my rest and eat well and stuff, but I’m sick more often than I should be, really. I was coming down with something when the Captain came by to visit me at work. We had our third date scheduled that night but I ended up texting him and canceling it.
The next thing I know he called me back asking if I need anything. Well, I did. So I gave him back with an order: some chicken soup would’ve been nice and some cold medicine. Then he asked where I lived so he could deliver it. I was kinda afraid he would see me sick and leave and I’d never see him again, but if that were the case we wouldn’t have lasted anyway.
Like he wouldn’t be coming over sometime anyway. And if he got his rocks off tending to sick girls, I don’t know, I’d deal with that later. I wasn’t worried, though. The Captain is a nice man. A girl can tell these things. He just wanted to care for me. I didn’t fight it; Mom was out of town and I was tired of caring for myself. My Captain made me some soup and got me a bath and basically fussed over me. This made me feel better than any medicine.
It’s the first night we spent together! Very romantic with me sneezing and coughing and going to the bathroom every five minutes! He never left me, though. He was always there. He held my hand and caressed my cheek and tucked me in and went and slept on the couch.
My Captain is such a dork. A tender dork, but still a dork. He wiped the hair from my face, caressed my cheek and called me Angel for the first time. I wanted to weep, but I was nauseous.
Look, I grew up without a father. He fled when I was three, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned that before. Mom had boyfriends and stuff but I never had a daddy to take care of me when I was sick. I never had a dad kiss my forehead and tell me to get better. All mom’s boyfriends did was leer at me, once I started filling out.
He made me call in sick the next day. He made some phone calls and made arrangements for the game he was supposed to referee, or whatever you call it, that night, because I wasn’t getting any better. He rearranged his day so he could get me better.
What really helped was the hot baths me made me take. Really hot. With Epsom salts, which helped, too. After the bath was ready he told me to get in the tub. He said there some towels next to the tub and said if I soaked them and put them on top of me I would feel better.
I had chills and was sore and the hot bath felt great. I did what he told me with the towels and that felt good, too. Then he knocked and asked if the towels were on I said yes and he came in and poured hot water over them. This felt good, too.
I soaked for a long time, at least a half-hour, and he kept the water hot by boiling water on the stove and pouring it in. He turned his head while I got out of the tub and he had a towel for me to dry off and he had one for my hair, too, which was another sign The Captain was a keeper. Then he tucked me in bed with a lot of covers and I was sweating and The Captain said this was good, because it meant I was sweating out toxins and stuff.
The Captain made me feel safe. And loved. A girl needs these things.
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