In My Eyes - MithRoss - Chapter 22

-Ross' POV-

"Max? Hello?"

I arrive home with a bag of groceries, since Tim had sent me to buy some. I convinced Max to stay home, since he still needed to recover.

I stand in the hall next to Max's door for a few seconds, becoming worried as I didn't get a reply.

Maybe he's asleep...

I quietly turn the knob to see a bundle of blankets with the familiar red hair sticking out. I sigh in relief as I turn off the light, slipping out of my shoes and jacket as I sit on the bed next to Max.

I lay my hand on his forehead, checking to see if he had a fever. His head was unusually hot, causing me to panic a bit.

I shake Max a little bit, attempting to wake him up. He groans as he sits up, glaring at me.

"What's up?" His voice was raspy and quiet, also sounding like he was a bit annoyed.

"You're burning up. You okay?"

Max frowns, bringing his hand to his forehead and biting his lip.

"I think I'm okay. I don't think you should sleep with me though, I don't want to get you sick."

I frown at the response as I stand up.

"Alright. I'll check on you in the morning. Goodnight my love."

No response. I open the door and head to my room, where I let myself fall onto my bed as I start to get teary eyed.

I knew that I was overreacting and that he was sick and in a bad mood, but I couldn't help but get a bit upset being separated from him, even if it was just for the night.

I breathe in and out, managing to calm myself down a bit.

Buzz

I'm startled by the sudden vibration from my phone. I pull it out of my pocket to see that I had a text.

"I love you."

I grin as I reply.

"I love you too."

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"Morning Tim."

I head into the kitchen the next morning to find Tim preparing breakfast.

"Morning. Oh, by the way, Max says to leave him alone. He's really sick and doesn't want to get you sick."

"WELL SHIT, I HAVE TO CHECK ON HIM-"

"Don't. I gave him his meds and helped him change his bandage. We have to go to work in a few, so sit down and eat."

I sigh in defeat as I take a seat at the table, picking at my food as Tim sits down across from me.

"Ross, you're gonna be fine."

"No I'm not."

"You were the other times he stayed home."

"Not really. I cried a bit every time."

Tim frowns as he reaches across the table, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay. I promise."

I force a smile out as Tim leans back. I was holding back tears. I didn't want to upset or annoy Tim, he would probably think that I was being dramatic.

I manage to eat a bit before Tim is pulling me out of my chair, letting me know that we were running late.

"Can I check on Max real quick?" I ask, slipping on my shoes.

"Uh, sure. But hurry. I'll be in the car."

I quickly head to Max's room, slowly opening the door and peaking inside. The ginger was sleeping peacefully, with his blanket lightly on top of him.

I tiptoe into the room, leaning down next to the bed to get a better look at him.

I smile as I move some of his hair off to the side. He had a calm expression on his face, and looked a bit better than the day prior.

I realize how long I'm taking and leave the room, being as quiet as possible as I head to the car.

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We arrive at work a bit later than usual, to find that everyone had already arrived. No one was in the greatest mood, it being really early in the morning and all.

I decide to sit at Max's desk for a bit. I play with the little toys on his desk, wishing that he was there.

"Ross, it's time for work."

I look up to see Adam standing next to the desk holding a coffee and some papers.

I once again fake a smile as I set down what I was holding and head to my office. I pull down the curtain on my window and turn on the recording light, to make sure that no one was going to come inside.

I'm tempted to text Max, but I don't want to wake him up or annoy him.

What is wrong with me? I'm being way too clingy...

I suddenly feel tears rolling down my cheeks, resulting in me starting to whimper as I bury my head in my hands.

How does he deal with me? I don't deserve him.

My cries start to grow louder as the thoughts take over. I ignore the knocks on my door as I continue to sob.

"Ross, are you okay? Let me in."

I recognize the voice as Red's. I manage to quiet down a bit, waiting to hear him walk away from my office.

"I'm not leaving. Let me in."

I slowly open the door as I use my sleeve to wipe my face. I'm greeted by Red, who has a worried look on his face.

"May I come in?"

I nod. He heads into the office, closing the door behind him and leaning on it.

"Sit down. Talk to me. What's wrong?"

I explain the situation to Red, resulting in me to start crying again. Red tries to comfort me, but I continue to sob as Barney opens the door.

"Whats wrongs?"

"He's upset about Max."

Barney frowns as he leans down next to me. I bury my head into his shoulder, letting myself let it all out and Red pats my back.

"Its gonna be okays. Trust me."

I nod as I'm handed some tissues, blowing my nose and rubbing my eyes.

"Thanks guys. I needed that."

They leave the office, once again leaving me alone, except a bit calmer this time. I decide to distract myself by watching some anime, since I had already recorded the videos that needed to be done that day.

Eventually, lunch arrives. Tim ends up bringing me some food, while sitting with me as he updated me on how Max was doing.

"He says he threw up a few times, but he's doing alright. We might have to take him to the doctor again though. I'm worried."

All I've been doing is worrying...

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