[COMPLETED] Mila Wilson is quiet, anxious and a little bit of a mess. When she finally starts college despite her mental health issues, she meets the dark, mysterious, yet intriguing Jace Evans, who is covered in tattoos and the most beautiful boy s...
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I see a blind spot in the lower left of my eye sight, making my dizziness even worse than before. The blind spot slowly increases to the center, resulting in me not being able to see well at all.
"I can't see" I say hectically, leaning onto a chair for support.
"What?" Jace almost yell, just as hectic as me. "What do you mean you can't see?" he adds, appearing by my side right away.
"Aura migraines" I tell him, waving my hand in front of my face to get more air into my lungs.
"What the fuck is that? Do I have to call an ambulance?" he says, running his hands through his hair.
"No" I say right away. "I'll explain later, it's comes from the stress. It just makes me nervous" I say with a shaking voice. Jace exhales loudly, clearly relieved that nothing bad is happening to me.
I haven't had aura migraines in forever. Last year I had them for the first time, almost every day for a whole week. Like I just explained to Jace, they come from stress and can effect the eye sight or even the ability of speech. For me it's always the same, first I can't see properly and after I've calmed down and my sight is better, the heavy migraines kick in. I'm thankful that Jace rids me of my jacket. I throw my sweater onto the floor right after, so the cool air hits my arms and hopefully calms me down some more.
"Come on, let's lay down for a second" Jace says, guiding me towards the bed. I feel a few tears slipping out of my eyes. I'm so frustrated with myself, and embarrassed that Jace has to see me like this. "Hey, please stop crying. You're fine. I'm taking care of you" he says, grabbing my chin softly, before walking over to the closet to grab me a pair of his sweatpants. "Take your jeans off" he demands me, and I slowly do as he says.
I slip into his comfortable sweatpants and sit back down on his bed. Nervously looking from left to right, I wait for my eye sight to come back. "Come here" Jace says another time, laying down and pulling me along with him in the process. He grabs the blanket and cuddles us into it. "Close your eyes" he says, while tightening his grip around me to make me feel safe.
Once again, I do as demanded. "I'm so sorry" I whisper, feeling bad for him having to witness this.
"Don't be stupid" he whispers back, and I force myself to keep my eyes closed.
I wake up who knows how many hours later, to an empty bed. Nervously, I open my eyes, hoping that my eye sight is back. I'm happy to find out that it is, but not so happy anymore when I feel the heavy headache kicking in. I sit up slightly, looking for Jace. Quickly spotting him in the kitchen, I make my way over to him. He's standing with his back towards me, stirring something in a pan. Trying not to scare him, I wrap my arms around him from behind, pressing my face onto his back.
"Hey" he says lowly, turning around to wrap his arms around me. "How are you?"
"Better" I say quietly, wincing because of the pain in my head.
