"I'm going to have to give you this through a shot, okay Montana?" Luke asked me, coming beside me.
He could literally give it to me anyway he wanted- I was desperate.
I felt the small wipe on my arm and the immediate sting of a needle after, making me refrain from letting out a whine.
Within ten minutes- the hot feeling in my throat had went away and I no longer felt the need to be continually gagging.
I finally sat up from over the toilet, exhaling lightly.
"Better?" Luke's voice asked, both Luke and Ashton looking to me.
"Better" I confirmed quietly.
They walked me back to bed, Luke holding my arm gently the entire time- which didn't exactly bother me.
I sat in bed- looking to Noah, who was purely pale and leaning over a chair, head down.
"What happened to him?" Luke asked quietly.
"He gets sick if other people are sick around him- kinda like how some people pass out when they see other people's blood" I explained quietly.
"Need a nausea pill, Noah?" Luke laughed out, opening another cabinet.
"Fuck yes."
As Luke gave the pill to Noah, they started discussing what exactly happened to me as I laid down, giving into my bodies tiredness.
Just as I let my eyes clothes, I heard Luke.
"No, Montana, no sleep yet" he spoke.
I slowly opened my eyes, seeing him holding a cup with a straw in it.
"Sip" he spoke simply, instantly making me want to complain, but instead I took a few sips, seeing a satisfied nod from him once I stopped.
"I'm letting you nap, but I'm waking you up in about two hours to eat and drink some more" he spoke to me.
"What if I throw up again?" I asked him quietly.
"We'll get you something light, but with that medicine I gave you a little bit ago, you shouldn't throw up" he spoke to me.
"No offense to you or anything" I spoke slowly as I closed my eyes, pulling the sheets over my shoulders.
"But this shit fucking sucks"
"Language" Noah spoke groggily, making me laugh lightly.
"I know it does" Luke mumbled, making me open my eyes as I felt him moving my sheet lightly as he unfolded it to cover me more.
"But I'll make sure that you feel a hundred percent better once this is all over" he spoke.
"How long will that take?" I asked quietly.
"I can't say yet" he exhaled slowly.
I nodded, knowing that there was no telling- he was brave for even telling me that I would be cured.
"Get some sleep" he spoke, laughing lightly to my slow blinking eyes.
"I'll wake you up in a little bit"
