Page 43 of Room Service
Who would be sending me whatever is inside there?
Open the fucking bag and find out, for goodness’ sake. I roll my eyes at how ridiculous I’m being, and I pull off the tissue paper on top, my eyes nearly bugging out of my head when I see an array of items that have been sent to try and cure me of this bug. Fresh soup, fresh bread, tissues, medicine, soothing headache strips, vitamins, you name it and it’s in here.
“What the hell?” I say out loud as I pull each of the contents out and marvel at the thoughtfulness of whoever sent it.
I don’t have to wonder for long when I see a small card at the bottom, and I eagerly swipe it up.
Don’t keep me waiting too long.
Dorien.
My nose scrunches up at the short message, even as my heart melts a little at the kindness of him sending me anything.
Don’t keep me waiting… I have no idea what to do with that as I repack everything in the bag and use the last of my energy to put it in the kitchen, popping the fresh soup in the fridge before going back to bed. The exhaustion hits me, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I forget all about the drinks I made and let sleep take me, to dreams about a tall, handsome guy who puzzles me more by the day.
* * *
“Elise…” I hear shouted from the hallway, rousing me from my sleep.
“Yeah,” I croak out, reaching for the water I refilled earlier but haven’t touched. I gulp down a load, ignoring the swirling of my stomach as I do. I haven’t thrown up all day, which is a start, and I’m hoping to keep it that way.
“Did you get it?” Celeste asks as she appears in my doorway, looking like she’s been through a whirlwind with her hair coming out of her ponytail and her cheeks flushed. She drops on the edge of the bed and bounces a couple of times, making my stomach swirl a little bit faster.
“Celeste, stop,” I say quietly as I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, my hand going to my mouth in a feeble attempt to stop anything coming up. If it’s going to then it’s going to, so it’s totally redundant, but still.
“Shit, sorry,” she apologises, but I can feel her excitable energy buzzing away, even with my eyes closed and my mind on not throwing up again.
“Give me a minute.” I wait until the swirling has subsided a little, before I sluggishly sit up and rest my head against the headboard.
“Not feeling any better?” Celeste asks, and I squint as I open my eyes.
“I was earlier.”
“I’m sorry… want me to go?” she says sheepishly.
“No, no, I’m fine.”
“Even when you look like shit, you’re still gorgeous,” she tells me, and I manage to pull my lips into a small smile.
“Thanks.”
“So, did you get it?” She repeats her earlier question, and I know she is clearly aware of Dorien sending me the ‘get well’ bag.
“If you’re talking about the bag, yes, I got it.”
“Of course I’m talking about the bag.” She rolls her eyes in a comical way, and I chuckle as I hold my stomach. “So, what was in it?”
“A few bits…” I toy with her.
“Don’t get smart, Elise,” she says, but there isn’t a pissed off bone in her body, she’s merely being curious, as I would be if it were the other way around.
“I’m guessing Dorien came and informed you?” Because who else would it have been?
“He didn’t, actually, but Hayley did with a disgusted look on her face.”
“What? Hayley did?” My eyes widen as she tells me that Hayley was under strict instructions to make sure everything was in there that would help you get back to work quickly.
“Pfft, work my arse, he just wants to bang you again. Your pussy must be magical, Elise, because I know I wouldn’t get a damn ‘get well’ package from him.”
