Curtains Close; Take a bow. I think we fooled all of them now.

Rain's POV

Last night had stretched on, and I was so worried about Oli. He was delusional, feverish and blamed it on the pregnancy - The one that ended three months ago. I had called him a doctor to check what the hell was wrong with him.

"Alright Oliver." He said, sitting down beside him and examining him. "I'm a doctor. I'm here to help you get better. Can you tell me what is wrong?"

Oli looked around nervously. "I feel dizzy and sick." He said, attempting to sit up.

The doctor pushed him back down. "Stay lying, Oliver. You are very sick. Do you know who this is?" The doctor pulled me over to stand beside him.

Oli smiled. "That's SJ. She's my girlfriend."

The doctor stood up. "I think I have come to a conclusion young lady." I followed behind him as he started to leave. "Oliver has had a serious mental breakdown, and he also seems to be sick with some sort of stomach flu. He should be fine by next week." The doctor left us alone then, slamming the door behind him.

"Oli?" I said, walking to his side and helping him up from the sofa. "Let's get you to bed."

He stumbled up the stairs faintly before collapsing onto the bed. I helped to prop him up with some pillows and tucked him inside the sheets. "SJ?" He asked, reaching his arms out for me.

I hesitated, and then smiled. "Yes, Oli?"

"Will you lay with me? I'm cold." He cried, just as if he was a child.

I nodded and slipped into the bed beside him. He held me closely to his chest and wrapped his arms around my back. "I love you." He whispered. I felt awful pretending to be SJ. But I realized just then how good it felt to be loved by him again.

"I love you too Oli." I whispered.

"I don't..." He cupped his hand over his mouth. "I don't feel very good."

I panicked. "Come on, let's get you up." I said quickly, rushing him to the toilet. I lifted the lid for him and sat him down there, later carrying in some pillows for him to lean against. He was so sweaty and his head felt burning. I refused to leave his side, apart from to tend to Hanley, because I was so worried about him.

Eventually he tired himself out and fell asleep on my lap, where I stroked his head and his messy hair. I realized how much I still loved him. He was so helpless now, and I really wanted these moments to last forever, as I cared for him like a child.

His eyes fluttered open. "I'm so cold."

I raised an eyebrow. "But you are boiling hot to touch."

He shivered slightly and looked at me with his deep painful eyes. "Could you get me a blanket?"

"Of course, sweetheart." I said, biting my lip and shifting him up off my lap. I grabbed him his duvet and a towel to wrap around him. When I came back, he was leaning over the toilet bowl again and he was shaking.

"Oh, come here." I whispered, throwing the duvet around him and hugging him tightly. "Are you still feeling sick?"

"Yes..." He cried, a tear streaming down his face. I could have died with sympathy for him. I just wanted to do anything to make it better. He gagged a bit and then threw up, which caused him to curl over his stomach in pain and begin to properly cry while taking heavy chest filling breaths.

"Shh..." I told him, pulling him back into my lap. "Don't cry. You're going to be okay." I watched him close his eyes and squeeze my hand weakly. "Take deep breaths, okay?"

Notes

:[ Aww He is really sick