Mark had grabbed two two-litres of ginger ale, cough drops, some microwaveable chicken soup things, a box of saltines, and a couple of suckers at the store for Naya. Sure, she had only asked for ginger ale, but he was Super!Mark, so he was going to fucking deliver. He pushed his…
Mark shouldered the door open as Naya slowly walked back to her bed. He frowned slightly as he set his bags on the table, noting that she was worse than she had let on. “I got a lot of different things for you. I didn’t know what you’d want, so…” He turned around and watched her lie in bed for a few minutes. “Want me to leave?”
Naya heard him talking and rolledover so she could see him. A smile slowly crept on her face and she opened her arms. “Stay..” She said softly and motioned for him to come over to her. “Come here.” She mumbled softly and sat up a little.
