Michael has been locked in here for days. Has he eaten? I brought him food but if hes' unconscious I won't be able to feed him. I should take his temperature.

I go into his bathroom and look inside his medicine cabinet. His first aid kit is fully stocked and has a thermometer. Looks like he is ready for anything .

I walk over to the bed where Michael is passed out. He looks bad. I'm so worried. Please, get better soon.

I take out the thermometer and pause. I look at his mouth and swallow a little. I lick my lips subconsciously. No! Focus! Hes' sick and needs help.

I part his lips and stick the thermometer in his mouth and under his tongue. I wait the few minutes till it beeps. I look at the reading. His temp is 99. That's not that bad. Thank goodness.

I put my hand on Michael's head and say, "please get better soon."

I go to the kitchen and start warming up the food I brought. Some chicken soup and I also brought crackers. I pour a warm bowl of soup and prepare to bring it to him, when I hear a lot of loud coughing come from his room. I rush to check on him and he looks like he's choking.

"Michael, are you alright?"

He catches his breath. His breathing is shallow. What do I do? I want to help him so bad.

"Do you need anything? Want anything? Are you hungry? I brought you some soup, I just warmed it up. Do you want me to feed you?"

Michael looks at me and smiles. My heart melts. He shakes his head. Now I'm anxious all over again. He starts to get up.

"What are you doing?"

He says in a whisper, "Bathroom".

" Do you want me to help you? "

He gives me a look that makes me think, drop dead pervert.

"Alright, I'm gonna get your soup. Let me know if you need help."

Michael emerges from the bathroom and climbs into bed. "Are you hungry?" I hold up the bowl of soup. He nods his head. " Open up and say ah. "

He refuses. "Come on."

" I can feed myself. Thank you, for the soup. "

Michael reaches for the bowl. I take his hand and place the soup on his nightstand. "How do you feel?"

" honestly...terrible" he says and starts crying.

What!? Oh no! What do I do? Why is he crying? Is it my fault? Now I want to cry.

I reach out and grab him and hold him tight.

"Michael, I'm sorry. I don't know what to do. I am so sorry."

There's no reply. I look at him and he's asleep.

What?!

I gently lie him down.

I put the bowl of soup in the fridge and see a lot of left overs and a half eating rotisserie chicken. Okay. I guess, fearing he's been starving himself in here is stupid.

I go back into his bed room and he seems sound asleep. I sit on his bed. what am I gonna do? I know you don't want to see me but I can't leave you alone.

Michael turns over and says my name. What? Is he dreaming about me?!

I move in closer and Michael opens his eyes. Oh no, he's gonna think I'm a total pervert.

Michael sits up, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him. He kisses me. What!?

He loosens his grip on my wrist and runs his hand up my arm and to my neck. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me again.

"Felix, you're so cute. I like you. I want you to take me." Michael pushed himself into my lap and straddles me. He hugs me tight and whispers in my ear, "this is my favorite fever dream".

What?! Is he delirious? Has he been having sex dreams about me? He thinks this is a dream?!

Michael bites my earlobe and kisses my neck.

Then he grabs my hair and pulls me into a deep kiss. He slips his other hand under my shirt and rubs my back gently.

He laughs and says, "or maybe this time I should take you?" Then he takes his shirt off.

I'm stunned. He has a beautiful torso. I know, I know I need to stop him...

"Michael, this isn't a dream. I'm really here." I put my hands up like a criminal .

The realization of his actions hit him like a ton of bricks. He jumps off my lap and hides beneath his blankets.

"Michael are you alright?"

Silence.

"Michael, I understand you're not feeling like yourself. I'm worried about you. I'm here because I want to take care of you. I'll do anything you want."

" Felix, could you please leave? "

"Okay Michael. I'll check on you soon though. If you need me, call me." Michael is still hiding under the blanket. I pat his head. "Feel better soon, bye."

I have to fight the urge to pull the blankets off him or secretly wait till he thinks I'm gone and pop out at him. I leave the apartment and lock the door behind me. I touch my lips. I think I'm in love.