my best friends girlfriend

Let me take care of you

Y/n POV

In the darkness of the night, I woke up in a cold sweat, my stomach was turning, and forming knots. I felt dreadful and rushed out of my bed and to my bathroom. I wasted no time in kneeling down in front of the toilet on my knees as I spilled my guts out. I tried to be as quiet as possible, careful not to disturb Ariana who was watching tv if not sleeping in the next room over.

Just when I was walking back to my bed and thought I didn't have anything else left, I felt my stomach return to it's familiar nauseous state I was in just seconds ago, causing me to quickly return to the toilet. I'm not one to just get sick out of the blue, especially since I was feeling fine just a few hours ago, but when I do get sick it's brutal and far worse than the common cold others get.

I was shaking cold and wishing I could step away from the toilet long enough to be able to check my temperature, but I fear the second I do, I'll just have to return right back to this position. Feeling too drained to stand up at what seems to be two in the morning, I decide to rest my head in my hands and take a few deep breaths in an attempt to settle my stomach somehow

"I can't be sick. I have to go into work tomorrow and show a house. I felt fine earlier, why is it hitting me now?" I asked myself in a whisper

Only a few minutes had passed before I found myself throwing up again in the same position I was once in.

"Y/n?" I heard a small knock on my bedroom door

"I'm fine, Ariana" I called through the bathroom

"I'm coming in" she said as I flushed the toilet so she wouldn't have to see my stomach contents

Before I even had time to protest, Ariana was standing behind me.

"It's okay, honey" she cooed as she used one hand to hold my hair in a ponytail while the other ran gently up and down my back in a comforting manner

"It's okay, just let it out" she said just barely above a whisper

I didn't really want Ariana to see me like this because usually I'm the one taking care of her and making sure she's alright. I don't want Ariana to worry about having to take care of me when she's the guest.

When I finished throwing up I leaned against the wall in exhaustion, I looked at Ariana with a half smile before speaking

"Go to bed, it's late" I told her

Ariana crouched down on the tile next to me and placed her hand gently on my forehead with a look of concern

"You definitely have a fever" she sighed, ignoring what I just said

I felt tears in my eyes begin to form as the knot in my stomach tightened and I tried to take deep, slow breaths. Ariana stood up and began rummaging through my medicine cabinet. When she found what she was looking for she sighed in relief

"Do you have water?" She asked peeking her head out of my bathroom to see if there was a water bottle on my nightstand. Luckily there was

She left me for brief moment in order to retrieve it and came back just a second later

"Take this" she said handing me the water bottle and the medicine that should relieve my nausea

I did as told and took the medicine. Once I was sure it was down, I gave a half smile

"Thank you, but you should really get to bed. It's too late for you to be up" I told her

"Y/n/n, you're sick. We got the medicine in you, now lets check your temperature so we can put a cold cloth on your head and get you back under the covers. I know I'm your guest, but let me take care of you" she said as she opened one of my sink drawers to find the thermometer