Our Dirty Little Secret

Abigail's POV
I heard the sound of keys turning while i was sitting on the couch, drawing . I walked to the door, expecting Andy to come bursting through the door any minute.
"Ashley?" I looked at Andy, shocked. His arms were draped around Ashley's shoulder, with Ash supporting him. "Erm, this little guy drank too much and got drunk..." Ash explained and helped me carry him to his room.
"Erm, do you need help with, you know..."
"No thanks. It's enough trouble for you to send him home. Thanks," i half smiled and immediately after he left, i took a bucket and a wet towel. I placed the bucket right beside his bed, in case he wanted to puke. I took off his shoes, socks and shirt and attemped to clean him with the wet towel.
"Abbie..."
"Yes Andy?"
"Water..." he coughed.
I touched his forehead. Oh my God, its burning!
"I'll be right back," it pained me to see him in such a state. Oh Andy...please be fine...
"Here, sit up," i lifted him and sat behind him, trying to support his weight with my body as my arms are basically useless. He was sweating. I measured his temperature with a thermometer, and he was having a high fever. Er, what do i do now? Medicine? I fed him medicine, and he was soon fast asleep. I searched the internet for some hangover cures. I heard you must drink orange juice...
I returned to drawing my picture of Andy when i heard some noise. I assumed it was Andy. He was puking and his face looked pale.
"Abbie..."
"Yes Andy?" I said once again.
"Im sorry..." he returned to puking.
I sat beside him, patting his back and offering him the orange juice.
"Drink this, its great for hangovers," as he drank, i wiped his sweat off his body with the wet towel.
"I'll go make some porridge for dinner," i collected his empty cup and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Notes

I got inspiration from my own brother. He was sick too...get well soon! But of course i dont do this to him. Im too busy writing to care. What could i do anyway?
~Claire