"You, are burning up." Noel wasn't sure if he should be in bed with Randi, but then she hadn't left his place for the last three days. She said no one wanted sick people around, where she lived.
It was fine with him. Besides, he'd like early morning sex. A part of the day they really needed to tap into, except it finally occurred to him that she might really be sick.
Randi jumped up and ran to the bathroom.
"Maybe you should go to a doctor." Of course, this meant he'd have to take her. Not something he really wanted to do so early. Noel got up and jerked on his sweats. It was quiet. Finally a belch echoed in the bathroom.
"False alarm." She opened the door, smiling as if she were ready for anything in bed if he were.
"You're so sweaty." He told her. Not a good sign.
"It means, my fever must have broke." Miss Congeniality smiled with satisfaction. Then, she looked at him so serious. She slammed the door in his face and ran to the commode. He heard her pain emerging. "Maybe it is the flu," Randi said a few minutes later behind the door.
"What if its not?" He waited.
"What do you mean?" She gargled some water.
He didn't want to say it. He was still preparing himself for the shock. Sure, they were careful a few weeks ago. Then they were lazy. He supposed. Not that they had a sit down discussion about birth control. But all his condom boxes were empty. Frankly, he hated having to buy new ones. Especially, when she was fine, going with out.
"It could be anything." There was no need to make an issue of it.
"Bird flu? You think?" She went on about working at the zoo. Now she was scaring herself, especially after seeing Contagion.
"Well, we won't know, unless we take you to the campus clinic." That was free, sort of, since they were students.
"I dunno." She seemed a little disconcerted.
"Why not?" Noel winced.
"We just never went to the doctor when I was growing up. My mom doesn't like doctors." She shook her head, as if it were against her religion.
"Well, we won't tell her." Noel shrugged. "It'll be our little secret." He went to find her something more than just his T-shirt with the bits of vomit still on it.
Randi finally nodded as she wrestled on a pair jeans.
"Those are my jeans?" They were so baggy on her thin hips.
"I know, but they feel so comfortable." She reached for one of his button down shirts. Randi didn't even bother with a bra.
"Are you going to wear my Converses' too?" He wondered.
She yawned, slipping into some socks. He finally got her sneakers on. She laid back on the bed. For a moment, he wondered if he'd have to carry her to the car.