AnaAaliyah

 Mikey really doesn't look good; his eyes are red and squeezed shut, I can hear his breath wheezing slightly, and I can't help but notice that the bucket beside him has served its purpose. I smile gently at him as I walk into his room, sliding my book bag to the floor in the process. "Hey, Mikey baby; you feeling any better?" I ask quietly, sitting on his bed next to him and placing my hand on his forehead. It warms my cold skin, still slightly damp from the rain outside. He opens his eyes just as I slide my hand down to cradle his cheek. "H-hi, Gee," he murmurs softly, voice slightly scratchy.  I smile softly at him, and rub un