112 Hold Your Hand (2/2)

Regan laid quietly, listening to the sound of his footsteps as he headed to her bathroom and opened one of the cabinets. Then she heard some tearing of some sort and a sigh of relief from the stranger.

'Thank god there's some air freshener in here…” Vixen thought to himself as he opened the air freshener and walked out of her closet. He looked around for a good spot to hide it. 'She may be calm now but when she sleeps and wakes up, old Regan will be back. I can't leave this thing in her presence.'

He looked around the room before locking eyes on Regan's closet, quietly he walked over to her closet and placed the air freshener on top of it, sliding it further in before smiling with content. Unless Regan was lifted, she wouldn't be able to reach the air freshener.

He walked back to the toilet and washed off his hand, then turned back to Regan and headed for her bed. ”How do you feel now?”

”If I say horrible will you stay?” Regan asked.

Vixen froze before a smile broke onto his face and he suppressed a giggle. ”I'll leave if I want to leave either way.”

Regan pouted. That wasn't the answer she wanted.

They sat in silence for a bit and Vixen sat down on her bed, his hand reaching to touch her head. ”Your temperature just seems weird…”

”Is it?” Regan shrugged.

”Yea…” Vixen sighed, concern further engulfing him. 'What in the world… it isn't a fever though.. At least it doesn't feel like one.' He sighed.

”I'm a bit hot now…” Regan muttered.

”Yea…” Vixen slid off the bed and sat on the ground. ”Seems I'm going to watch over you for now. At least until you sleep.”

”You're going to leave when I sleep?” Regan asked.

”Yup, I have other things to do,” Vixen shrugged.

”I'm not going to sleep,”

”What?”

”I said I'm not going to sleep,” Regan pouted.

Vixen stared at her blankly before a smile formed on his face. He tried to hold it back for a second but it came rushing out. His laughter.

”Hahaha, this is a first,” Vixen laughed.

”What is?” Regan cocked her head.

”Hahaha, seeing this behavior from you,” Vixen continued to laugh, his head falling on Regan's bed.

Regan smiled. It sounded comforting, his voice sounded comforting when he laughed.

”I like you laugh,” Regan spoke up, the smile on her face remaining.

”Hahaha... Huh?” Vixen chuckled, his laugh slowly coming to an end.

”I said I liked your laugh. It's cute,” Regan chuckled, bursting into laughter herself.

”Cute…?” Vixen cocked his head to the side. That was another compliment he hadn't heard before. It had been a while since he last got that compliment.

”Yup,” Regan nodded her head. She laughed for a minute before her laughter reduced to nothing. She was hot.

Vixen turned to Regan. She was sweating… a lot more than she needed to.

He immediately took the blanket off her body and wrapped it, putting it at the edge of her bed. He looked down at her, waiting for results. She sneezed.

”I'm cold,” Regan muttered, letting out a shaky breath.

Vixen put the blanket over her and minutes later she started to sweat again.

”Why can't you just have a stable temperature?” Vixen sighed anxiously. He couldn't put the blanket on her and neither could her take it off.

He looked down at her pitifully. ”Do you know what you think might help you feel better?” he asked.

Regan kept quiet for a moment before nodding. ”I do.”

Vixen turned to her in surprise. ”Really? What is it?”

”If I told you, I get the feeling you won't do it for me…” Regan muttered quietly.

Vixen smiled, ”At least ask first.”

”Ok then, your hand,” Regan spoke up.

”My what?” Vixen cocked his head in confusion.

”Your hand,” Regan repeated, ”I want to hold your hand.”

Vixen froze.

”Let me hold your hand.”