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“Not as bad,” she answers with a groggy voice, telling me she’s about to pass out again.

“That’s good, the medication will help with that, too. Rest up, I’ll be back to check your temperature in half an hour.”

I lay her back down properly and lower the blanket slightly since she’s no longer shivering. I kiss her forehead over the cloth and wander back to the kitchen. I know I probably shouldn’t be kissing her in case I catch whatever she has, but I couldn’t care less in this moment.

I make myself two sandwiches since it’s past noon and I haven’t eaten. Then gobble both down in minutes and sit on the couch, watching a bit of sports news on the TV while checking the time on my phone.

At exactly thirty minutes, I check on Cecilia again.

Her temperature hasn’t changed. But now her clothes are all damp, so I change her.

She doesn’t even stir as I take her clothes off, trying to move her as little as possible.

I grab a pair of loose, thin pajama pants and a t-shirt, slowly putting them on after sponging her skin dry.

The rest of the day goes on pretty much the same. No real improvement, except for the fact that she hasn’t been sick since I arrived, and she hasn’t had any chills in the last five hours. Her fever still hasn’t gone down, but it hasn’t risen, either.

It’s now close to midnight and I’m exhausted, but I don’t plan on sleeping much tonight.

Someone has to watch over Minnie every few hours.

Clay and Morgan stopped by around dinner time to bring me some food and check on my sick patient, while Emma and Aubrey have both been requesting updates by phone.

I settle in on the armchair, bringing it up close to the side of the bed to have a better view of Minnie.

I’m still in my jeans, so it’s not the most comfortable thing to sleep in, but it will have to do.

After giving Cecilia her medication and some more water one last time, I set a timer on my phone to check her temperature every two hours and fall asleep.

~ The Next Day ~

“Silas?”

I wake suddenly to the faint voice of my wife calling me. Blinking my eyes a few times, I realize the room is slightly lit, meaning the sun is up. A quick glance at my phone indicates it’s 9:32 a.m.

“Hey, baby. How are you feeling?” I reach over, passing my hand over Cecilia’s hair. Her eyes are wider than they were yesterday, and she seems a bit more alert.

“Better, but my body is achy, and I’m still exhausted. Can I take a shower? I feel disgusting and probably smell bad.” She scrunches her nose in that adorable little way that reminds me of a mouse, which makes me smile.

“Let’s see if your fever broke first, then you can take a shower.” I grab the thermometer from the bedside table and place it above her forehead. 99.8F.

“Seems you’re all good for a shower. I’ll go start the water for you.” I kiss her forehead and stand, instantly regretting sleeping in a chair. I stretch my back out, twisting from side to side and reaching up.

“Did you sleep in that chair all night?” Minnie asks from the bed where she watches me attentively.

“Well, only the few hours I slept, yeah. But it’s fine. I’ll rest up tonight in bed if you’re feeling better.” I give her a reassuring smile. I know how easily she worries.

“Silas, you could have just slept in the bed, or even the couch would have been more comfortable.”

“I didn’t want to leave your side, and sleeping in the bed felt like I was overstepping without your permission. So I stayed in the chair. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal if you’re in pain because of it the next day!” She sits up quickly, but groans at her stiff body.

I stand in front of her, placing my hands on either side of her cheeks.

“Hey, take it easy. Your fever may be gone, but that doesn’t mean you’re all better now.

You’re still weak and tired, so take your time.

And stop worrying about me, I’m a big boy.

One night of uncomfortable sleep won’t kill me. ”

I kiss her head again, then walk out of the room and into the bathroom to start the shower. A minute or two later, Cecilia shows up by the door frame but leans against it, looking exhausted from the walk.

“Are you sure you’re up for a shower?” I ask, concerned as I reach for her. She puts her hands to my chest and leans in, closing her eyes for a moment .

“I really want to take one. I’m all sticky and nasty. But I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand for so long, there’s no bench in the shower like at home. Maybe you could help me?” She looks up with pleading eyes while mine grow wide.

“You want me to get in the shower with you?” I swallow thickly.

An image of my naked wife pops into my head, and my cock jerks and begins to inflate behind my zipper. He did the same thing yesterday when I changed her clothes.

Jesus, dude. This is not the time.

“Mhmm, please?” She’s not being flirty or seductive, she genuinely wants help. But my magic stick isn’t getting the memo .

My throat bobs once more, then I nod. I grab the hem of her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Her generous breasts bounce with the action, and I try my damnedest not to stare at them.

I discard it on the vanity, then grab her waistband and pull her pants down her thighs as I kneel before her.

I hadn’t put any underwear on her last night, knowing she’s always been more comfortable sleeping without them.

She grabs onto my shoulders, steadying herself and stepping out of each pant hole.

I lift my head and realize her beautiful bare pussy is hardly an inch away from my face. This time I can’t help it. I stare for as long as she’ll allow me.

I want to lean in and kiss her there. I want to grab one of her legs, place it over my shoulder, and swipe my tongue through her folds while she pulls on my hair and moans my name. I want her to come all over my tongue and into my mouth, swallowing every last drop.

Fuck, I sound like a man who’s been deprived of food for decades. And now I’m painfully hard, to the point where it feels like I’m choking. Maybe I can just lean in a bit and smell her, that would be normal, right? No, that might be weird. But fuck, I want to so badly… okay, just one sniff…

“Silas?” Shit, I’ve been staring for too long.

I clear my throat and stand, keeping my wide eyes locked on hers. “Yup. Why don’t you get in, I’ll join you in a second. Just stand against the wall if you feel too weak.”

I nod toward the shower door and guide her with an arm around her back. She steps in and waits against the tiles. I turn quickly, putting my back to her while I rip off my shirt, pull off my socks, and slip out of my jeans and boxers.

I place my fists on my hips and look down at junior. This is really not the time to stand guard, buddy. Come on, Nana. It’s your time to shine once more.

I squeeze my eyes shut, willing images of my dead grandmother to enter my mind. Hopefully it will help deflate my erection, but it seems to be failing.

“Honey? Are you okay?”

My eyes fly open, and I realize Cecilia has a clear view of my face through the mirror above the sink. “Umm...” I sigh and turn to face her, putting my problem in clear view.

“Yup, perfect. But apparently, some of my body parts don’t care that you’re sick.” I display with my hand what I’m referring to.

Her eyes track from my face down to the perpetrator and double in size as she brings her hands to her mouth.

“Oh...” She bites her bottom lip, still staring at him.

Which really isn’t helping me out, just reinforcing his strength with a salute in her direction.

“If this is too much for you, it’s okay.

I’m sure I can try to manage on my own.”

“No, no. It’s fine. He’ll get the memo eventually.” I step into the shower beside Minnie.

Despite this being a one-bedroom apartment, everything is a decent size.

Including the shower that easily fits two with more than enough wiggle room.

She turns and leans into my chest, putting most of her weight against me.

With one arm, I circle her waist to keep her up as I grab the shower head and spray it along her back and onto her hair.

Once she’s all wet, I replace the showerhead and grab her shampoo. “Baby, I need you to hold onto my neck. I’m going to wash your hair, and I don’t want you to fall if you suddenly feel weak.”

She does as instructed and intertwines her fingers behind my neck while I crouch down a little to make it more comfortable for her. I drop a glob of product in my hand and lather it through her strands.

When I’m done with my task, I rinse her hair out and repeat my steps with the conditioner. Once her hair is clean, I attack her body with her vanilla and coconut scented body wash.

I start at her neck and slowly work my hands down her back to the globes of her ass. I try not to make it seem sensual in any way, simply washing her off.

When I’m mostly done with her back, I pull my head through her arms, turning her on the spot and replacing her hands behind my neck. Her back is now against me, and her eyes are closed, enjoying the pampering she’s receiving.

I add more body wash to my hands and begin with her wrists, sliding my palms down the length of her arms. Over her ribcage, to her hips, then back up. I try my hardest to concentrate on my task but touching her like this after so long is driving me crazy .

I feel the precum leaking out of my tip, and my dick looks angry with how swollen and hard it is. I take a small step back, separating our bodies but keeping my head in place. She doesn’t need to be poked by my lack of self-control right now.

I bring one hand around her neck, delicately rubbing there. Placing the other over her chest, I skim down the valley of her breasts, then around them. Finally, needing to pass everywhere, I graze both my hands over her heavy breasts, feeling her perky nipples in the center of my palms.