59 || Fever

Leila woke before her husband. A wide grin was on her lips as she stretched. Last night was the best night of her life. Her husband moaned in his sleep, she pecked him soundly on his lips and got out of bed.

When she finished preparing for work, Kelvin was still in bed. She tried to shake him awake, his eyes fluttered open for the briefest moments and he went back to sleep. Flattening the back of her hand against his forehead, she hissed at his temperature. He was running a fever.

Rushing into the bathroom, she got a bowl of cold water and a napkin. She sat by his side, panting heavily as she pulled his head to her lap. Her husband weighed a ton. Kelvin’s eyes opened, he looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. She pecked him and he palmed her face to kiss her briefly. Even his hands were warm, she had to get him to the clinic.

“Hey,” she said. “I think you might be running a fever.”

“I think so too.” His