Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Me Was Sick
Ring... ring... ring...
"Hello?", I answered , voice really raspy.
"Are you ok?", he asked.
"Not really. Why?"
"Awww... you're sick."
"Yeah and I hate it. I hate getting sick because I live alone and I get really homesick. Back in Baguio whenever I get sick, either my friends or housemates would be there to take care of me. Ever since moving here, I don't have any of that anymore."
"Sorry...", he said. He becomes lost for words when I get emotional. He's not used to me being emotional.
"It's fine don't worry."
"Hey, hold on. I'm crossing the street. I'll call you back when I get home."
It was my friend Matt. Apparently he was on his way home when he called me up. I was sick for some reason so I was at home and in bed.
After about an hour and a half my phone rang again. I was a bit woozy because of the medicine I took.
"Hey!", he said over the phone.
"Hey...", I answered.
"Are you feeling better na?"
"A bit. I took some medicine earlier. Feeling a bit better."
"So you don't need me there na?"
"Huh?", I asked.
"Because I was actually planning on going there later."
"You don't have to but if you could, I'd really appreciate it", I answered.
Natawa siya bigla.
"Alright, I'll be there later. Just need to finish some things."
We talked on the phone for about an hour when he said that he wanted to take a quick nap.
"Hey... could you sing me to sleep?", he suddenly asked me.
"Sing me to sleep...please..."
Since I was feeling a bit better and my voice wasn't as hoarse anymore, I agreed. For some reason, he likes it when I sing him to sleep.
I was barely done with the song when he fell asleep.
I dropped the line and went back to bed.
At around 1AM, I heard my doorbell ring. I knew it was Matt. It was kinda late, I know.
I went down and opened the door.
He went straight to my room.
I locked the gate and my front door.
When I got to my room, I saw him hiding under my big-ass comforter. Natawa kaming dalawa.
I got into bed and there he was beside me. At least I had company that night. I honestly hate being alone when I'm sick.
Matt is the type of guy who is emotionally unavailable most of the time. It's who he is. He's not the mushy-cheesy type. But I was really glad because he was there when I really needed him. That oughta count for something.
He was falling asleep and so was I when I felt his arm around my chest. He was hugging me.
Again, I had to remind myself that we were just friends and that nothing can happen between us. We both agreed on that. But at that exact moment, I was relieved to have someone beside me. No, scratch that. I was relieved to have him beside me. I just enjoyed the moment while it lasted.
I woke up the next day feeling much better.