𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 {𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛}

𝙎𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙖𝙮

~∆ This chapter may be triggering to some, it contains puking, please skip or proceed with caution ∆~

We made our way upstairs to my room and he left the way he always did, through my window. I laid down on my bed with a heavy sigh, today had been a pretty good day and I couldn't help but smile while replaying earlier events, I hadn't remembered the last time I felt that relaxed let alone happy

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I opened my eyes and groaned, my whole body felt like it was on fire and I felt like I'd been hit by a bus, my whole body was achy and my head was pounding, I sat up only to be met with a wave of dizziness and nausea, I held my stomach with both arms and groaned once again, I laid back down and squeezed my eyes shut. Thankfully Pam and Jess had left this morning, I had come back upstairs after saying goodbye and had fallen back to sleep, but now suddenly I felt sick

I felt even more nauseous and quickly made my way to the bathroom, I sat down in front of the toilet and leaned over it just in case. I coughed before everything in my stomach came back up, my throat burned and my mouth felt dry, my body felt hot yet cold at the same time and I once again puking. I coughed a couple times before struggling to grab the toilet paper to wipe my mouth with, I finally wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet before laying down on the bathroom floor and curling up

I groaned and held my head as it started to pound even more, I felt tears well up in my eyes and started to shake, I'd always hated getting sick and the pain just made me want to cry even more. I finally got enough strength back to push myself up off of the floor, I struggled to stand up and gripped onto anything I could to help keep me up, I made my way carefully downstairs and into the kitchen. I got myself a cup of water and grabbed out a bottle of ibuprofen from the cabinet, I put a couple in my mouth and washed them down with water

I shuffled to the living room and laid down on the couch, I groaned as I curled up, I held my stomach with both hands and squeezed my eyes shut. I heard a small thud from upstairs and groaned, I didn't know if it was Tim or somebody or something else and honestly didn't care, I just knew I was in too much pain and was still too nauseous to care. I turned to face the back of the couch and curled back up

I heard footsteps coming from the stairs and groaned, the footsteps came into the living room and stopped at the couch, I felt the back couch cushion move and a hand softly press against my forehead, the hand felt cold to my forehead and I leaned into it, a small sigh left the person's lips and I assumed it was Tim, a small smile crossed my lips and I placed my hand on his, "Hey Tim..." My voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk, another sigh was heard and he removed his hand from my forehead "I'll be right back, hang tight." He spoke softly and walked away

I hugged myself tightly and curled up more, I wished for the pain to go away and for my stomach to stop. After a few minutes I heard Tim's footsteps and then a blanket being thrown over me, I opened my eyes finally to see him looking almost stressed, he noticed me looking at him and smiled softly "Hey, so how're you feeling?" He sat down at the end of the couch and kept his eyes on me waiting for me to respond

"Like shit... My whole body hurts and I just puked while I was upstairs." I pressed my hand to my head "And my head won't stop pounding..." I groaned and curled up as much as I could, Tim hummed and leaned back. My stomach churned and suddenly I felt like throwing up again, I took the blanket off and stood up so fast I almost fell over, I rushed to the bathroom and sat down in front of the toilet before once again puking

I sighed and held my head, I felt even worse now and all I wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up feeling ok, Tim stood in the doorway before crouching beside me, I wiped my mouth with some toilet paper and flushed the toilet before looking at him, he sighed and tilted his head slightly to the side, he pressed his hand to my cheek which was new and also a bit startling

He smiled softly before standing up again "We should get you to bed, cmon." He held out his hands to me and I just looked at them, they were once again bandaged but this time they were bandaged better and didn't look bloody, "Cmon, and I won't be taking no for an answer." His tone was serious and so was his expression, I took his hands and he gently pulled me to my feet, I kept a tight grip on his hand and he helped me to my room. I got laid down and curled up into the fetal position before yawning rather loudly

Tim crouched beside my bed with a sigh, I smiled softly at him "Thank you.." He shook his head "Just go to sleep." He stood back up and covered me, I grabbed his hand and looked up at him "Will you stay..?" I waited for him to respond and he simply nodded before sitting down beside the bed. Tim wasn't a very nice man normally, he was blunt, rude, sarcastic, stubborn, strict, rough and very straightforward, but he had his moments where he was surprisingly kind and gentle, I enjoyed his company nonetheless