“Dios mío, chica, why are you here?”
You groaned, coughing in reaction to the effort. “I can’t miss class.”
“I could always have given you my notes.”
Raising an eyebrow and ignoring the fact that you had to hold you breath in order to make the face you were hoping to make, you cracked a grin at the boy and parted your lips for a weak inhale. “Really? Come on, Toni. Your notes are literally the worst ever.”
Full lips pouted at you and strong eyebrows furrowed together in a sulk. “That’s because I don’t need notes.”
Now he groaned. “I could teach you!”
You grinned again. “You would be the worst teacher.”
“Liar,” he accused with a huff, his tanned arms folded over his lean chest.
Nudging against his shoulder, you smiled. “Next time,” you assured him, knowing fully well that there would not be a next time. Hopefully.
But the cold didn’t pass in the two days you had without classes, and Toni knew it. He kept himself updated on your condition, playing as a little nurse in your miserable tale. He took your temperature, brought you food (spicy food that you had no intention of eating after one small bite that made your eyes water), and made sure your house didn’t fall into a state of disrepair while you were stuck in bed. It was actually kinda nice of his to check in on your between his classes.
On the second night, you were running a pretty high fever and wished Toni was there to wipe the sweat away with a cool washcloth and kiss your clammy skin. You woke up laying in the aftermath of your night, sweat damp and cold and clinging to you and your skin still warm from the fierce blush over your cheeks.
You got up to take a shower and passed it all off as fever dreams.
Toni came by after his agricultural bio class and proceeded to tell you about that morning’s adventures with Gilbert and Francis and how his class went. You nodded along, sitting up with a bowl of oatmeal and wondering if you were ever going to actually eat it. Toni put his hand to your forehead, a common gesture of his from over the past couple of days, and checked in on your temperature.
His hands were cool and your felt yourself leaning into the touch, eyes falling shut. He made a small noise in the back of his throat and you pulled away as both of you resumed your respective spots. You felt your cheeks heat up again.
“I think your temperature has gone up,” he told you sternly, eyes wide and bright.
Your lips pressed together for a moment before you had to breath. “Impossible.”
“But your face is also very red.”
If anything, you flushed darker. “Whatever, Toni,” you grumbled, “Just go to class, alright?”
He grinned at you and ruffled your hair. “Of course, chica. Get some rest.”
You nodded, eyes falling shut at his words. Your head fell softly against the pillows that propped you up, and you relaxed into your bed sheets, shuffling them higher up on your body. Your muscles hurt, but the warmth of your blankets were soothing enough. A warm hand pressed against your shoulder before lifting away and leaving. You groaned when you heard the door fall shut.
You were too sick for this.
When Toni came back, you were pretty healthy feeling, other than the fact that your nose was swollen so much that you couldn’t breathe. You were awake and cleaning up your dorm, trying to rid the rooms of their sickness. He grinned, pleased to see you out of bed, and helped you change your sheets.
Well, he changed the sheets, you sat down and finally ate a solid meal.
Once he was finished, he sat down next to you and pulled out a notebook. You groaned, but smiled all the same as he flipped to a page filled with his scratchy handwriting. “Oh, Toni,” you gasped with a grin, “You took notes.”
He smiled sheepishly, ducking his head down and ruffling his hair. “I actually just copied Francis’s notes, I didn’t think I’d be able to take very good ones.”
You felt tearful. Must have been the cold getting to your head. “That’s actually really sweet,” you told him, holding back your tears. His gaze raised from the floor and met yours as a small smile grew on his face, just enough for you to see the deep dimples on his cheeks. You grinned back at him, fully aware that he knew you were being overly emotional.
“I’m glad you’re happy, chica,” he told you gently, a quiet chuckle edging his voice.
You nudged him, grabbing the notes and retreating back to your room. “Whatever, Toni. Thanks for the notes.”