Me Tarzan, You Jane by Camelia Miron Skiba

Author:Camelia Miron Skiba [Skiba, Camelia Miron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

“Get out of here.” Lucas flushes the toilette then leans over the sink to rinse his mouth. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“Like what? Vomiting? Rumpled hair? Unshaven?”

He sits on the tub’s edge and hunches, crossing his arms over his middle. In a stuffy voice he says, “Man, I haven’t—”

“Been sick in ages?” I finish his sentence. I stand in the bathroom doorway. “I’ve heard that before. Come, I made you chicken soup.”

He grimaces. “Oh, just hearing about food makes me vomit.” He blows his nose, which is red around his nostrils, contrasting with his pallor. He waves me away, “Go. I don’t want you to get sick, too.”

“Hate to disappoint you but I’ve no plans whatsoever to kiss you. I just want to feed you. Come.”

I move to stand by the nightstand where I already placed a tray with a bowl of soup and toasted bread. He drags his feet and sits on the bed. He coughs. “Take the soup away, please. It makes me nauseous. I can’t eat. Maybe later.”

I take the tray and walk to the kitchen. On my way back to Lucas’s room I stop in the living room and cover Ella as she watches Ratatouille.

“Take your shirt off.”

Lucas smirks. “Your timing is a bit off, my dear. I’m afraid I might not live up to your expectations. Give me a few days to get better. Then I can take off more than just my shirt.”

I guess he isn’t that sick if he can still flirt. I pull a jar of Vicks Vapo Rub out of my pocket and unscrew its lid. “Nice try. Not flying.”

He pulls the t-shirt up and over his head, messing his hair even more than it already was. It takes every bit of control not to push my hand through it. Instead I scoop a considerable amount of menthol ointment and rub it up his neck, and on his chest. His skin is hot and smooth to the touch.

Lucas closes his eyes and moans. “Mmmm. This feels good.”

“Turn around.” Without complaint he stands and I rub more ointment on his back. By the time I’m done half the jar is gone. “You need to wear a long-sleeved shirt and try to sweat under the blankies.”

While I go wash my hands I hear him say, “Yes, Mother.” When I return he stands by the dresser, donning a gray, long-sleeved shirt. “Man, I’m cold.” Shivering he crawls in bed and pulls the covers over. “How’s Ella doing? Is she better?”

“She’s still lethargic, but hasn’t vomited since yesterday, and the fever’s gone. She’s watching cartoons.” I hand him a glass. “I mixed a bit of honey and lemon in your water.”

He smells it. “Do I have to drink it? I really don’t feel like swallowing anything.”

“Well, you threw up several times and you’re probably dehydrated. Soon you’ll have a headache along with all the other symptoms you already have, so you’ll be even more miserable. It’s up to you.”

“I don’t think there’s room to be more miserable,” he says with a sigh.

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