You felt a pain in your stomach, and rolled on your side hoping that the pain would subside. You got up from the bed to get some water believing it might help. But a wave of nausea hit you and you ended up huddled over the toilet.
You heard your footsteps walking towards the bathroom, and felt your hair being pulled back. You spit in the toilet before Ariana helps you brush your teeth. She holds your hand and lead you back to the bed. "Stay right here, I'll be right back. If you need anything, call for me."
She ran downstairs and a few minutes later ran back up with some soup, water, and a wet cloth. She ran down the hallway and returned with extra blankets.
She cuddled next to you prepared to do anything to help you cope with your illness.
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𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 (𝐠𝐱𝐠)
Fanfictionion know shit about fuck. This is my first ever book on wattpad.
