Mery put her arms around his neck. "I love you, too." She whispered back. She was so tired that she almost fell asleep in his arms, but she didn't. "I'm afraid I'm not going to be very good company today." She said.
He smiled when she said that she loved him too, and shook his head when she mentioned that she wouldn't be the best company today. "It's no problem," he told her. "Don't worry about it. You can't help it that you're sick." Once they reached her dorm room, he still didn't let her down on her feet, and instead moved the arm supporting her head just a little bit, opening the door.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind them with his foot, walking over to her bed and placing her down. He looked at the bottle of pills and opened it, taking two out and handing them to Mery. "Where do you keep the cups? You should probably take those with some water," he said.
He stepped inside and closed the door behind them with his foot, walking over to her bed and placing her down. He looked at the bottle of pills and opened it, taking two out and handing them to Mery. "Where do you keep the cups? You should probably take those with some water," he said.
Mery took of her jacket and pulled up the blankets. "Cups are over there." She said. "Thanks for taking care of me." She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and waited.
Nicolas nodded and went to where she said the cups were, grabbing one and filling it up with water from the sink. He walked back over to where she was, handing her the water now. "It's no problem," he said to her after she thanked him for taking care of her. "If there's anything you need or want, just let me know, ok?"
Mery nodded. "Mm-kay." She dropped the pills in her mouth and took a drink of water. "Uh, hey, is Pooka still sleeping?"
Mery nodded. "Just checking. Because he usually wakes up when I do." She said. She took another drink of water.
"Oh, I see," Nicolas said. He looked to Pooka again, silent for a while. He wondered how long she would be sick, and though he worried, tried not to get too worried. The nurse had said Mery didn't have a bad case of it and that it wouldn't prove to be fatal, so really, he shouldn't be worried out of his mind. He didn't have a reason to be.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked her.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" he asked her.
Mery thought for a second. "I don't know. Just pick something and talk." She said finally. She didn't want to talk alot and lose her voice, and she wanted to listen to Nikki talk. It was comforting to her.
Nicolas thought for a while, then finally came up with something random. "Let's talk about shoes. Do you like shoes? I like shoes," he said, laughing. "Totally random, I know. I'm sorry." He shook his head, but figured that random conversations would have to do, seeing as how he had no idea what else they could seriously talk about.