Bonnie had already unlocked the door, so Aiken kept quiet, gave her a nod, and followed her inside.
The apartment looked just as spotless as it did the last time he came. Glancing down, Aiken asked if he needed to swap his shoes. Bonnie bent over and pulled out a pair of disposable slippers from a drawer.
She mentioned she’d snagged them from a hotel while traveling.
“These are all I have… Hope they’re okay. No men’s slippers here.”
Aiken told her to head to bed and rest. After he switched to the slippers, he got straight to work. There was a first-aid kit sitting on the little cabinet by her bed. He grabbed the digital thermometer and handed it over.
Bonnie checked her temperature. One hundred point four.
Her face was flushed bright red. If Aiken hadn’t been there, she probably would’ve collapsed into bed already.
He brought her a glass of water, just warm enough.
“Don’t take ibuprofen,” he said, offering her a different pill. “Your stomach’s sensitive. Try this.”
She sat with her drink, tipped her head back, and swallowed the fever meds, her face wrinkling in disgust at the taste. Aiken laughed a little.
“I’ll make you something to eat first,” he told her. “Put something in your stomach before you take anything else. Take your mask off, get some sleep. I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”
Bonnie thought about saying no, but it all just felt like too much trouble for him. Still, Aiken sounded a little more insistent than usual tonight. He’d already taken off his uniform jacket, just wearing a blue shirt now.
He headed to the fridge, checked what she had, and came back with some greens, a piece of lean meat, and a couple of eggs.
Bonnie watched him move around the small kitchen. He was so tall, he could reach the jar of millet on the highest shelf without even trying. For a split second, it felt like she was watching someone else — someone who used to turn and ask, “Candie, should I make us that chicken and chestnut stew tonight?”
She blinked, her mind swimming with memories for a moment even though they were two completely different people. The feeling of familiarity was strong enough to make her chest ache.
She closed her eyes to clear her head. Without a word, she leaned back against the headboard and tried to rest. Her body felt so uncomfortable that she dozed off almost instantly.
Aiken worked silently, keeping his movements soft. After he had everything prepped, he turned around to see Bonnie slumped on her side, feet still hanging off the carpet.

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