snapshot •josh dun

thirteen

"Joshua." Abigail mumbled, opening her eyes.

Josh was asleep, his blonde hair was left matted across his head, snoring slightly.

"Joshua. Wake up."

Josh's eyes shot open and he sat up, putting on his glasses.Abigail was pale and clearly possessed a fever.

"Yeah Abigail?"

"I don't feel so g-" Abigail mumbled, getting cut off as she spewed into the trash bin by his bed. She groaned and wiped her mouth, rolling out of bed.

"Oh love, Abigail, you're sick."

"Thank you. Now I'm off to work Josh."

"No, no, I mean you're ill. There is no way you're going to work."
"I need to go Josh."
"No. You're sick. Abigail, you can barely walk in a straight line." Josh stated, watching his girlfriend stumble around his apartment in an attempt to retrieve her blazer off the table.

Abigail didn't protest and Josh led her back to his bed. After pulling the covers over her body, he rested a large hand over her forehead.
"Jesus! You're burning up!" Josh exclaimed, taking his hand off her head and fussing over his sick girlfriend.
"Josh. Really, I'm okay. I-"

Abigail was cut off as she ran for the toilet, once again spewing into it. It was clear to see she was in pain as she cried over the toilet bowl.

Josh rushed over to her, smoothing out her hair as she rested her cheek against the cold tile.

"It hurts." She winced, referring to her abdomen.

"Oh baby... How badly?"

Abigail responded to him by letting out a small screech at a sharp pain.

"Jesus, Abigail, I think you need a hospital." Josh said, running his hand through his blonde hair.

"No no no! There is no way I'm going to the hospital. All I need is to stay in the loo for the day and-" Abigail protested, getting cut off by another sharp pain that was met with a screech.

"I'm taking you to the hospital. Do you think you could walk downstairs to the taxi?" Josh asked as he helped her put on slippers over her socks, seeing as she was already in comfy pajamas. He put her glasses on her face, and quickly shoved her phone and charger into a bag as well as his own. She nodded weakly as he put a coat on her and helped her stand up. Slipping on his Vans, Josh grabbed his tan trench coat and ran a soft hand over his girlfriend's freckles.

"You ready to go?" Josh asked, smiling slightly as his beam of sunshine nodded.

"You'll be okay." Josh reassured, noticing her worry.

"Promise?"

"Promise."