Meredith nodded and stood up again. She grabbed the cough drops and came back over to Brian. “Alright! Here you are,” She said handing them to him. “Anything else?” she asked one more time to make sure.
"Uh, not for now, but thank you," he said smiling. "Sorry I got sick, I didn’t mean to," he said after coughing again. Not spilling the soup was proving to be a trying experience and he set it down on the table again.
"I know I am," She said with a small laugh. "And don’t tempt me, I have to nanny, I don’t need to get sick either." She said with a smile. Meredith knelt down beside him. "Is there anything else you need me to get you?"
"Are there any cough drops?" he asked , taking a spoonful of soup. Meredith was so great, and he was so so relieved that they weren’t having tacos. But even the chicken soup couldn’t ease the pain in his throat completely.
"Mhmm," Meredith nodded absent mindedly. She scooped up a bowlful of chicken noodle soup, and walked back over to him, with a spoon and napkin. She walked back over to him and placed the bowl down on the end table. "Alright. There you go, some nice, chicken soup." She said smiling.
Brian was still lying down when he saw her coming with a bowl. He was confused until she told him what it was and his face broke out into the hugest smile he had had all day. “Meredith, you are perfection and I’d kiss you right now, but I’m not sure you would let me,” he said matter of factly before coughing again.
Meredith nodded, “Thanks for the support,” She said smiling. “I mean, why would it matter if you did or not?” She said in the middle of cooking. “It’s not like you’re sick anyway,” she said mock seriously.
Brian suddenly remembered his vow to not be sick, “Right! I’m not sick!” he said more confidently than he felt. However much he didn’t want tacos, he didn’t want to be sick more.
"Hmm, I suppose you’re right. But I guess it’ll have to do for the night." She said to him, pulling out various ingredients. "I dunno," She said tipping her head to the side."Something’s just, pulling me to that." She said, with a small laugh, leaning back on her feet, looking at the fridge.
Brian sighed, not actually being able to get up and help her. “I’m helping you in my mind,” he called across the room before succumbing to more coughing. After he finished, he said, “I hope I didn’t get germs on the food!”
"Ugh, broth," Meredith said and rolled her eyes for show. "That sounds so plain. Hmmm, I’m thinking more like Mexican. Tacos for dinner right? Taco Tuesday? Though, It is monday, but hey why not spice things up a bit, right?"
Brian blinked slowly. “Taco Monday just doesn’t have the same ring as Taco Tuesday,” he said slowly. “Why do you want tacos?” he asked, hoping his distaste for the idea was evident in his voice through the scratchiness.
Meredith walked over to the couch where Brian was. She rested her arms on the couch looking down at him. She wasn’t going to lie to herself, he looked terrible. She gave a serious nod, “I can see that. Well I’ll just let you be then… Say, what do you want for dinner?” She asked backing away.
Brian tried his best not to look sick when Meredith came over, but he wasn’t sure he succeeded. When she left and asked him about food, he nearly shuddered. Food did not sound like a good thing at the current moment, so he coughed instead. Well, he didn’t have much of a choice in that matter, but it was a nice excuse to not answer. When he could finally breathe again, he groaned and said, “I dunno, broth or something?”
Meredith had been wary of all moves that day. The day that only came once a year, and she knew Brian would wait patiently for it. Of course, being out and about the town, she let her guard down. But reaching their apartment building, she moved cautiously again. She took a deep breath before unlocking the door and stepping forward, looking around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Not yet at least. Then she heard it. Coughing.
An eyebrow perked up as she walked forward placing her bag on the near by chair. “You okay there, Bri?” She asked still deciding on how to take the coughing. Was this apart of some big joke? Or was Brian really not feeling well?
As soon as Brian stopped coughing, he gasped out, “I’m not sick!” before resuming coughing. This was shit. Without a doubt, this was his favorite day of the whole year and he was sick. And he knew Meredith well enough to know that she would not believe that he was actually sick. He half smiled-or would’ve, if he hadn’t been interrupted by yet another fit of coughing-at the thought of Meredith creeping around all day trying not to get pranked, his legacy was spread far.
No. Brian was not sick. Nope. Not in the slightest. He was just a little overtired. There was no way he could be sick. It was April Fool’s Day! It was just nature’s special way of playing a prank on him. April was not a good time to be getting sick. It already rained all the time in April, he didn’t need to get sick. Anyway, it was not his turn to get sick. He got sick last time, it was Meredith’s turn to get sick. And just in case Meredith got home while he was still lying on the couch he had his defense prepared that just because he was lying on the couch did not mean that he was sick. The only problem was that he wasn’t sure how convincing it would be in between coughing fits.
Trying her best to avoid contact, Denise slowly searched all the food isles Brian was not in. Her hands kept shaking. Being in the same building as him now scared her, but she would never let her fear show. She’s built up all these walls; she wasn’t going to break them down so simply.
Putting on a brave face, Denise continued to search the isles. Not noticing what she was doing, she accidentally bumped into Brian. Fuck, she mentally screamed. Her heartbeat increased along with her paranoia. She was paralyzed in that moment. She couldn’t move, and her body wouldn’t let her. What if Brian takes out all the light from this store? What if he hurts me? What if I doesn’t make it out here alive? Her mind filled with her own questions.
When something crashed into Brian, he felt his control monetarily slip, but he regained it almost immediately, refusing to make a scene while Denise was in the building. Then he realized that it was Denise that had run into him, and without even thinking, his mind jumped to the conclusion that she wanted to fight because even she couldn’t be careless enough to just ram into him. “What is your problem?” he growled.