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I don't remember Grayson coming back in, but when I wake up at around ten am, he's carefully wrapped around me. He lays diagonally across the bed with his head gently set on my stomach, one arm wrapped around my waist. His other hand is rested on my arm, where my hand has somehow made its way to rest in his hair. His feet hang off the bed, but he doesn't seem to mind. The blankets are barely wrapped around us.
I wish I didn't open my eyes, or even wake up. My entire body hurts, but my head hurts the most. It pulses with pain every few seconds and it makes me want to slam it against the wall.
I shift in Grayson's grip, groaning quietly in pain while I try not to wake him. I try to slowly scoot out of under him, but he wakes up anyways. He's such a light sleeper. He looks around frantically until he looks up and finds me.
"Are you okay?" he asks quickly, lifting himself on his hands to look down at me. I nod, but my eyes gloss over. This hurts way worse than last time.
Grayson frowns, almost like my pain puts him in pain. But that's not possible, right?
"What hurts?" he questions. He pushes the covers off all the way so he can stand up.
"Everything" I mumble. He furrows his eyebrows and leaves the room for a moment. I sit up in his bed and lean against the headboard, rubbing my temples to try to get rid of the pain. It doesn't work.
He comes back with a bottle of water and a few pills in his hand. I struggle to swallow them. I hate taking pills.
"I'm sorry" I whisper.
I feel so bad for bothering him. I feel like I'm smothering him.
He shakes his head, pushing my hair behind my shoulders. It makes my chest ache. I hate this.
"Stop that. You sure I cant take you to the hospital?" he asks hopefully. I lightly nod my head, making him sigh.
"Just worried about you" he murmurs. I look down and frown.
The last time this happened, I was completely alone. No one to worry about me, no one to take care of me. I can't tell which one I'd rather, I just feel like I'm a nuisance to him.
I don't understand how he can seem to care about me now, but go fuck other girls. Is it because I told him I wouldn't fuck him? Does he need someone that bad?
"What are you thinking about? You look sad" he asks gently. He rubs my back and I hate that I love his touch.
I know he's only going to hurt me again. But I don't want to stay away from him.
"Nothing" I reply quietly. I look down again and try to hide my sniffles, but it doesn't work very well. He makes a sad noise and scoots closer to me.
