♥ 𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓞𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼 ♥ - Gregory x Fem!Reader

[-*~.What's Wrong With Me...?.~*-]

 TW: vomiting (only in the 3rd paragraph)

~~ Chapter 37 ~~

Previously...

"Alright, fine. I had a lot of energy on me, so I decided to go on a walk. I know it was late, but I went to the gas station down the street and walked around. Definitely feeling tired now, so it helped."

"You better. Need to stop going for random walks around. It's weird. Especially this late at night."

"I haven't been able to sleep quick, either."

"Are you okay?"

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Gregory's POV

I lock the bathroom door behind me and grab onto the sink. I feel so lightheaded and dizzy... I place my hand on my head as the headache I had woken up to gets worse.
"Gregory? Are you okay?" I hear Y/n's voice, muffled by the bathroom door I've locked behind me.

"Yeah, I'm fine Y/n." I reply, not wanting to worry her as I lift my head to look at my reflection in the mirror rather than the sink its self. I look so tired... The bags under my eyes are really dark. I frown and run a hand through my hair. What's happening? I've been blacking out these past nights and waking up in the front door...

That's scary. I let go of a breath I was unaware of holding, and suddenly, I move to hover over the toilet and let out my dinner. I feel my left eye start to hurt, and I know I'm gonna black out again... What's wrong with me?

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Y/n's POV

"Gregory, honey, are you sure you're okay? You don't sound like it.." I make it known there's worry in my voice and Vanessa walks over to stand next to me. "Are you feeling sick?" She asks. "We don't have to do anything anyway, so you can lay in bed all day. We can go get chicken noodle soup for you?"

There's silence from the other side of the door. Then the toilet flushes and the sink runs for about thirty or forty seconds until it turns off and the door opens to reveal my smiling boyfriend. "Nah, I'm good." He chuckles and leans in to kiss the tip of my nose. "Sorry." Then he squeezes past us both to the kitchen, starting to convers with Freddy.

Me and Vanessa look at each other with worry. Deciding to not think much of it for now, we walk back to what we were doing before that whole situation.
Gregory grabs a plate from Freddy and sits at the table beside me while he eats his pancakes in silence, though I catch him glancing at me a few times.

"Are you sure you're alright?" I ask, looking from him at the piece of paper I'm (writing/drawing) on.
He sighs, probably getting annoyed I'm asking so much. "Yes, Y/n. I'm sure."
"I'm just worried." I move the pencil across the paper. "You've been acting really strange and suspiciously lately... I just wanted to know."

He doesn't respond and stays quiet. When I look over he's staring at his plate of his already half-eaten pancakes Freddy made.
"Gregory?"
"Huh?" He snaps out of it and looks at me. "Yeah? Oh. Sorry. Um..." He trails, then cuts a piece of pancake and stabs it with his fork to bring to his mouth.

We keep eye contact while he chews on the piece of pancake. After a few seconds, he breaks it to look down at his plate. I watch him for another few seconds before a sigh escapes my mouth. "What's going on?"