He placed her on the bed noticing how peaceful she looked. He really liked picking her up. Made him feel all manly and that felt good. But he was uneasy about her temperature. It was definitely on the rise.
He got more aspirin and placed in on her lips. Four was the limit and he decided to wait it out. The storm was getting worse and worse and more loud. They would not be out of there for at least two days. Nothing to do but hunker down.
He gave her a last look and decided to go back to work on the book.
He would not probably get much done but it was something to do while standing watch with her.
He must have gone to sleep at his desk because he heard a sound and looked up and she was standing there with the comforter around her sweating and this time she was really looking sick.
'Whoa” he said you should…” But before he could finish the sentence she started to fall.
He caught her and picked her up. She was saying 'I feel sick.I really feel sick'
There was no getting her out. The snow storm had picked up and the windows were icing
and he was sure the lines were down.
With her in his arms he moved slowly taking her back to bed while studying her face, flushed with fever now.
It was an angelic face and she put both of her arms around him and nestled her face into his shoulder and blubbered. The warmth spread through his shirt and he smiled to himself.
Reaching the bed he carefully laid her down and retreated to the bath to get a cold towel compress for her fore head, taking a look at her periodically to make sure that she stayed put.
Compress in hand he carefully put it on her forehead and she gratefully accepted it saying 'Oh, that feels good.”
He made sure the compress was in place and reached out for the phone. It was dead. The lines were probably down due to the ice. It was below zero he had noted earlier and going down to seven below.
He rose to put more wood on the fire and to check his cell phone. The micro was probably iced too, nonetheless he tried the phone and got nothing. The battery was going to die and the electricity was going to go down as well. In storms the electricity always down on the mountain.
He got up and put his coat on to go outside to make sure that the generator was ok.
They were going to need it when things got rough.
He came back to find her sitting up and bleary eyed.
”Didn't know where I was at first. And you., Did I faint?”
'Sorta' he said, disappointed that she was up.
He had hoped to get back to writing something more while she slept.
But she was up now.
”Sorry for all the trouble, no trouble” he said lying, ”no trouble at all.”
'You know' he said 'it would not have hurt to tell me the truth about why you are here. I still would have helped.”
She averted her eyes. and said 'I know. I know' I should have been honest with you. Except I woke up here and I realized the situation and I didn't know you' Her voice trailed off.
'What is a nice lady like you doing up here in a snow storm serving papers?
She debated telling him all of the truth. So she didn't.
'Well the hearing is in 30 days. I had till only yesterday to get them to you. Otherwise....'
The truth was she took the assignment voluntarily because she knew of him and his writing, had seen his picture on the jacket of his last book.
He was considered a catch by the locals and she wanted to see for herself.
Despite not feeling well she had made the trip to get a look at him.
She was 35, tired of bars and looking. He didn't disappoint.
He was a good looking man. And sick on not she liked his hands, big hands. That was nice.