His Beautiful Addiction

"Nice butt."

Diana nearly fainted when she heard that voice.

Did he see her when she undressed?

Her cheeks flashed red as her mouth fell open.

"what did you see?" she asked, her hands went over her chest reflexively.

Michael smirked and his eyes snaked down her body.

"You look irresistible in lingerie."

Diana glared at him, "I can't believe you have the strength to flirt when you are so sick."

She rolled her eyes at him and walked to where he was on the bed.

Feeling his temperature with her hands, she sat on the bed.

"You said it was a mild headache,"

She stared sternly at him,

"It really was a mild headache, I didn't know that it would get serious."

Michael joked but Diana was not finding it funny.

She was really worried.

"what if I came any latter? What if something had happened to you before I came? Do you know how worried I was?"

Her eyes watered as she imagined a thousand things that might have happened to him if she had not come.

Michael smiled and kissed her hand,

"you're worried about me?"

"Of course I'm worried about you! If you don't want me to worry, take care of yourself for me. If you had gone to the hospital earlier you won't be so sick."

Diana glared at him, but Michael was just smiling.

"Maybe I should keep falling sick so you would take care of me like this."

Diana slapped him lightly on the chest, "I'm not joking."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry."

She sighed, "don't keep things from me okay? Tell me whenever you feel sick, okay?"

Michael nodded, "Okay."

"I made chicken soup, let me get some, you have to eat so you can go to the hospital."

Diana said as she stood up to walk to the kitchen.

"I'm fine already, no need to go to the hospital."

Diana turned and glared at him.

"when last did you go for a checkup? " she asked but Michael stared at her dumbfoundedly. Maybe when he was 10, he wasn't sure.

"Ha!" Diana exclaimed in shock when she saw he could not reply, "You're so going to the hospital today."

She said and walked out of the room.

When she returned with the tray of food, Michael was in the shower.

Diana smiled, at least he was strong enough to shower.

After some minutes, he walked out tying a towel. Her eyes flashed at his body and she looked away,

"I'll give you a moment to get dressed," she said and turned to leave the room.

"wait!"

Michael called her before she could leave,

Diana stopped on her feet,

"I need you to help me dry my hair, I'm too sick to do that myself.

Diana turned to look at him,

"but you just showered by yourself?"

"Cause I didn't have a choice. You won't help me shower if I asked you, or would you?"

Diana cleared her throat. "get dressed already."

She said and walked back to the bed, her eyes making sure not to look at him.

Michael grinned and he shook his head,

"I'll dry my hair before I get dressed, don't want to wet my shirt."

Her cheeks flushed,

"Oh… okay, sit on the chair."

She pointed at the chair in front of the vanity and Michael walked to it.

Diana picked up the hair dryer and turned it on,

She tried to avoid his reflection in the mirror but the grin on his lips was making it impossible for her.

"If you don't stop smiling, you'll dry your hair yourself." She scolded and he quickly stopped smiling.

She kept the dryer on the table and returned to the bed when she finished.

Michael applied his cream and wore his clothes and came back to the bed.

Diana opened the food and placed it in front of him.

"Eat up,".

She said, Michael stared at the food and then her.

"I'm too weak to eat by myself."

He pouted, staring at her cutely.

Diana looked at him, she wanted to argue with him, but she decided against it.

He might have never been fed by someone in his life before. So she just picked the spoon and filled it with food, then she brought it towards his mouth.

Michael took the food from the spoon and he smiled,

She fed him without complaint, till he was done.

"water," Michael asked and she poured water into a cup and gave it to him.

"Thank you." He smiled at her and she nodded,

"you're welcome."

After taking out the dishes and washing it. They dressed to go to the hospital.

In the hospital, he was taken for checkup and he was diagnosed with migraine and fever.

After taking his prescribed medications, they drove back home.

"how long have you been having the headaches?"

Diana asked as they drove home,

"It's been a while, it goes away after sometime."

Michael said, she was driving this time. She didn't even want him to do anything.

This was the first time someone had loved and taken care of him so dearly.

"Don't be sick by yourself again, okay? Make sure you tell me so I can come over."

"Okay" he nodded.

When they got back home, it was already evening.

Michael lay on the bed, even though he was feeling a little fine, he wanted her to continue doting on him.

"Come and hug me."

He said as he lay down on the bed, stretching his hand towards her.

Diana chuckled, "stop being a baby, you're sick not a five year old."

Michael sighed, she was about to take off her clothes, but he wasn't taking his eyes away.

"turn around." She glared at him and he chucked and looked the other way.

Diana took off her clothes quickly and wore his shirt, when she turned back at him he was grinning at her.

"you're so naughty."

She said and Michael laughed, tapping on the side of the bed.

"Come here."

Diana rolled her eyes at him and lay down beside him, hugging him.

"only because you're sick." Even though she wanted to hug him, she wouldn't tell him that.