Caring for Him

No matter how many times I’ve seen that clueless expression on his face, I couldn't bring myself to get used to it or the way that my heart leapt strangely in my chest.

“But Jenna said…” I murmured before my mouth hung open and I was at a loss for words.

Did she fool me? Had I been worrying about nothing at all all this time?

The expression I had on my face must have been quite amusing because it managed to make Bradon laugh.

“Oh, I guess she just meant to say that I’m a little overworked…” he said after his laughter had calmed down somewhat.

“You’re overworked? So, that means that you’re still sick…right?” I asked as my worries returned.

“I guess…” Bradon mumbled without meeting my eyes.

“Are you or are you not feeling unwell?” I asserted my question again.

“What would you do if I told you that I’m feeling unwell?” he asked before grinning at me.

“Stop playing games with me! Just answer me honestly, are you sick or are you not sick?” I demanded to know.

Brandon seemed to thin