Recovery and Relief

The doctor's words were like a weight lifting off my shoulders as Berlin and I sat in the hospital waiting room, anxiously waiting for the results of my tests. "It's just a case of food poisoning from the chicken you had last night," the doctor said with a reassuring smile. "You'll be feeling better in no time." I let out a sigh of relief as Berlin pulled me into a tight hug. "I knew it was something like that," he said, his voice filled with relief. "I was worried it was something more serious." The doctor handed me a prescription for some medication to help with the nausea and vomiting, and Berlin quickly took it from me, tucking it into his pocket. "I'll go get the medication filled," he said, getting up from the chair. "You just sit here and rest." I nodded, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me again. Berlin helped me back to the apartment, where he promptly set up a makeshift bed in the living room so I wouldn't have to go up and down the stairs. He fetched me a blanket and a pillow, and I collapsed onto the couch, feeling grateful for his care. As the day went on, Berlin took care of me, bringing me water and crackers, and helping me to the bathroom whenever I needed it. He even made me a bland diet of toast and plain rice, which I gratefully ate, feeling my stomach slowly start to settle. As the evening drew in, Berlin settled down beside me on the couch, pulling me into a tight hug. "You're going to be okay, amor," he whispered into my ear. "I'm here for you, and I'll take care of you until you're feeling better." I snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and loved. As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I was in good hands with Berlin. He would take care of me, and I would be back to my normal self in no time. But as I slept, I couldn't shake off the feeling that this wasn't over yet. There was something else lurking in the shadows, something that was waiting to pounce. I pushed the thought aside, focusing on Berlin's warm arms around me, and the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. As the night wore on, Berlin's arms never wavered, holding me close as I slept fitfully. He was my rock, my safe haven, and I knew that I could face anything as long as he was by my side. The next morning, I woke up feeling a little better, the nausea and vomiting having subsided. Berlin was still holding me, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he slept. I smiled, feeling grateful for his love and care. "Hey, amor," I whispered, my voice hoarse from the night before. Berlin stirred, his eyes opening as he looked down at me. "Hey, mi corazón," he replied, his voice low and husky. "How are you feeling?" I took a deep breath, feeling a little more energized. "Better," I said, smiling up at him. "Thanks to you." Berlin smiled back, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Anytime, amor," he said, pulling me into a gentle kiss. "I'll always be here for you."