"Maaaark!"
I call from the bedroom, my voice hoarse from the infection crawling it's way through my body. I can hear his footsteps as he jogs up the stairs, I smile slightly.
He pushes the door open, peeking his head in.
"You called?"
I pause for a moment.
"Can you hand me the remote?"
My throat was so fried I could barely speak without my voice cracking. I pointed to the remote on the dresser across the room. I was much too lazy and sick to go get it myself.
He chuckled slightly, his head hanging as he nodded. He stepped into the room, his laptop in one hand.
"Yeah..."
Mark strides across the room, reaching over to the dresser and grabbing the remote.
"Scoot over..."
He motions his hand with the remote in it for me to move. I groan, rolling over so that I'm now on my stomach. Mark laughs and flops down onto the bed next to me, his laptop now on his lap. He turns on the TV, setting the remote aside.
"You're so cute when you're sick..."
I lift my face up off of the pillow to look at him, my brows furrowed.
"No I'm not... I'm never cute... I'm vicious."
I bring my hand out from underneath the covers, resembling a claw as a growl rumbles in my throat. Mark laughs behind his smile.
"Oh yeah, so scary."
The sarcasm is strong with this one.
I roll back over onto my back.
"Whatcha workin on?"
I try to sound happy, but my grogginess prevents that.
"I'm just editing..."
I sniffle, bringing my hand up to rub my eyes. Mark looks over at me as I pull myself up to rest against the head board of the bed.
"Do you want to watch?"
I nod slightly, scooting in closer to get a better view. He puts his arm around my shoulder to bring me closer. Eventually I end up laying on him, my head on his chest. It was nice. His warmth warming up my insides. I felt his hand run through my hair, patting my head gently. He sat the laptop aside, then pushed himself further into the bed so that he was laying down rather than sitting up. I felt him sigh, his chest rising up higher than the times before.
"Sleep well..."
His voice brought me out of the light sleep I was into, but I slowly crept back into it, soon falling asleep to the sound of his breaths and the faint echoes of the TV.