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❝eleven hours❞
Brad woke up that same morning. After the shower, they decided to nap while Joe worked on her blood test since everyone was exhausted. They had only gotten a few hours sleep and it was gradually growing to noon since they arrived back early that morning before dusk.
Cassandra smiles as she opens her eyes, ignoring the pain running through her veins and the need to throw up. Instead, she focuses on how Brad looked oddly attractive with his bed hair and a small smile on his own face as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close as he realises she's awake.
He realises today might be the last day that he spends with her.
"How are you feeling?" He asks and she frowns, feeling her stomach churn and she quickly shoots up and runs to the bathroom, lifting the toilet seat lid up and the contents of her stomach is soon in the toilet.
Brad holds her hair and rubs her back as she projectile vomits into the toilet, understanding this isn't a good sign for her, especially considering her conditions.
"That's it, get it all out," he says, and when she's finished he grabs her some toilet paper to wipe her mouth with before flushing the contents away. He puts the seat lid back down and helps her up on to the seat before grabbing her toothbrush and brushing her teeth for her to get rid of the vile taste.
As he cleans her toothbrush afterwards, he notices a tear slipping out her eyes and frowns, putting her toothbrush away and standing her up.
She holds Brad close, tears falling out of her eyes unwillingly and he kisses atop of her head and rubs her back soothingly.
"Why are you crying, baby?" He asks, looking down at her and she lifts her head off of his chest. He brushes some hair behind her ear and kisses her forehead lightly.
"I'm scared," she admits, sniffing and letting him wipe away her tears. "I don't wanna go, yet. I wanna live until I'm grey and old with you guys. I know I'm selfish for wanting that since people die young all the time but I don't wanna go yet."
"You're not selfish," he shakes his head, reassuring her and rubs another tear off of her cheek. "You're my beautiful, smart, kind girl and the world is going to miss you—I'm going to miss you. So, so much."
She holds him tighter as she rests her head against his chest once more. She didn't want to leave Brad alone in this scary world.
"Let me get you something to eat," he says and she nods, following him downstairs even though she didn't feel like eating. She still felt sick to the stomach.
Tristan and James were in the kitchen. Neither of them could sleep a crack since they got here and had spent all their time worrying about Cassandra.
