"Why didn't you tell me?" Gabriel asked.
"I was never your first choice. I was the back up plan if she doesn't wake up." Nathalie started to cry.
"Don't say that." Gabriel felt guilty.
"But it's true..."
Nathalie couldn't finish what she was saying because she got interrupted by a cough attack and she coughed up blood and her bed got covered in blood.
"Excuse me." She ran to the bathroom.
"Nathalie!" Gabriel ran after her.
She fell on the bathroom floor and coughed up more blood.
"Nathalie don't die on me like that!" He was extremely worried.
"I'll call a doctor." Emelie said.
"No-no...I'll manage just fine." Nathalie could barely speak without stuttering.
"Nathalie you are dying right in front of our eyes I can't let that happen to you." Emelie got her phone to call a doctor.
"Why do you care about me even after all of the bad things I have done to you?" Nathalie asked.
"You didn't do anything bad. Now please just stop talking the doctor in on his way." Emelie finished speaking.

*later*

"Her condition is only getting worse. I am not sure how to help her. She is lucky she hasn't died yet." The doctor left.
Nathalie lied in her bed barely alive. She had a bad fever and she couldn't eat anything because she would throw up.
"I'll stay for the night to make sure you'll be fine." Gabriel said.
"No...no...please go home and rest." Nathalie said with a weak voice.
Meanwhile Emelie was sleeping in a chair next to Nathalie's bed. Nathalie looked over to Emelie and after she let out a painful sigh she nodded allowing him to stay.

*time skips*

Emelie went back to the mansion while Gabriel stayed behind to take care of Nathalie.
Gabriel was in the kitchen looking for some painkillers for her meanwhile Nathalie felt like her skin was boiling. He came back to her room with some pills and he saw her face which was bright red.
"Nathalie!" He rushed over to her.
"It is h-h-hot." She answered.
Gabriel placed his hand on her forehead and felt how it was on fire. He quickly opened the windows in her room to get some cold air.
"I'll run you an ice bath." He tried to help her.
"You d-don't h-have to."
"We have to get your fever down!" He insisted.
She rolled her eyes because she knew she didn't have a say in what he was going to do.
Nathalie rolled around in her bed trying to forget all of the pain she was in.
A few minutes later the bath tub was filled with ice cold water.
"Bath time!" He said with a playful voice.
Nathalie walked over to the bath and put her finger in the water. She immediately took her finger out because the water was freezing cold.
"No way I am getting in that." Her finger froze.
"Yes you are!"
He pushed her back and she fell in the bath with her clothes on.
"You bitch!" She was soaked in ice cold water.
He just stood there laughing. She grabbed his arm and pulled him down causing him to also fall in the bath.
"C-c-cold." He shivered.
He looked down at her and splashed water on her face.
She turned so he was at the bottom of the bath and she pinned him down so he was also soaked in ice cold water.
"Cold huh?" She smirked.
"Your fever is gone I see." He also smirked.
"I told you I'd be fine."
"Can we get out of this freezing cold water?" He politely asked.
"Why are you cold?" She joked.
"Well I am not exactly hot either."
She got off of him and went out of the bath to grab a towel to dry herself.
"Thanks a lot." He got out of the bath and stood there soaked in his work clothes.
"You pushed me in the bath first, so you started this. It is all your fault."
"By any chance do you have some pajamas for me." He asked with a smirk.
"Do I look like the person who has a closet full of men's pajamas?" She looked up at him.
"I mean...you do have a fluffy onesie in your closet." He giggled.
"Wait..." She ran to her closet. She spotted a box on top of her closet on once she opened it she found what she was looking for. She ran back to the bathroom holing what she found.
"Here." She giggled as she gave him a fluffy dark green onesie that was his size.
"Are you planing on wearing matching pajamas?" He smiled as he took the fluffy onesie.
She nodded and went to put on her own purple onesie.
Once both of them were wearing fluffy onesies they flopped onto the couch and watched some shows.
"Yeah green isn't your color." She looked over to him.
"Rude."
"I never said you didn't look handsome. It's just dark purpled/dark red would look better, but you did pull this off pretty good."
"Well purple looks good on you but everything looks good on you so I can't complain."
"Lies." She went to get some water but soon changed her mind.
"Wanna play a game?" She turned around.
"When do I not?" He smirked.
"You probably remember this game from collage. We ask each other questions about each other, and if one of us gets the answers wrong they need to take a shot of alcohol." She got shot glasses and put down a whole bottle of vodka on the table.
Of course Gabriel remember the good old days back in collage when they got so drunk they didn't even remember their own names. Those were some fun times.
"This for sure will cure your sickness." He looked at the vodka.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." She laughed.
When Nathalie finished filling up the shot cups with the alcohol she sat down in front of him on the couch and they started playing the game.

To be continued-