Chapter 3
Bryce was defiantly sick. I know what you're thinking, 'why can't he just ask one of his friends or ohm?" Well that's because he doesn't trust his friends to take care of him and ohm was on a business trip for the week.
Sure, they'd Skype sometimes but Bryce would make sure that his sickness wasn't noticeable. "Hey babe!" Bryce said hoarsely with fake cheerfulness. He had a pounding headache so it mad things worse.
"Baby, are you okay? You sound sick." Ohm said worriedly. "I'm fine! Promise!" Bryce smiled and the proceeded to sneeze really hard, making his headache worse. He let out a groan of pain which made ohm even more worried.
"That's it! I'm going to ask my boss for a flight back to LA so I can take care of you! Love you! Bye!" Before Bryce could say anything, ohm disconnected. "Great job, Bryce!" He said to himself, getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom.
He looked at himself in the mirror. His bright blue eyes now dull, his hair was sticking every which way, and his noes was red and runny. "Man, I look horrible." He sighed as he walked back to his bed and lied down.
"Just a quick nap." He mumbled as he closed his eyes.
(Few hours later)
Bryce woke up with a towel on his forehead and ohm sitting at the edge of the bed looking at him. His worriedly look was replaced with happiness. "Ohm you didn't have to come all the way back here to take care of me. I would've been fine."
Ohm took the wet towel off of his forehead. "Well I didn't want my baby to suffer so I came to take care of you."he kissed his hot forehead softly and lied down next to Bryce. "If you get sick, it's not going to be my fault." Bryce said as he cuddled up to ohm.
"I love you. Thanks for coming home to take care of me." Ohm smiled. "I love you too. And I'll be happy to do it again."