Chapter 23

Elena's POV

I feel like I weigh a thousand pounds and my head keeps bumping like there's a DJ dropping his latest mix in a busy club in there.

I groan out in pain. I hate being sick.

Lying in bed with the blankets pulled up to my chin with a large wad of tissues lying next to me covered in snot, classy I know, is not the way I want to be spending my day.

I texted Noah that I wasn't coming in today and he sweetly replied by asking if I wanted him to come up here and do what he does best, that being a doctor.

Of course, I told him I too was a doctor and that I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself.

Though, I lied. When I'm sick I turn into a big baby. I can't function properly and the last thing I want to do is take care of myself. I just don't want him to worry about me when he already has so much on his plate.

I also don't want him to care for me when I've been awful to him. I've been doing everything in my power to distance myself from him until I can get my situation fig