Stay By My Side

Lucky

Decided to post this here again from my fanfiction account. This story is for my gf so here to you. Don't forget to R&R~

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Her arms wrapped around her stomach as she vomited into the toilet. The man behind her held back a groan, cranky that he was woke up so early in the morning. Bending down, he awkwardly patted her back and holding back her hair. He wasn't exactly sure how to comfort her but he needed to try. The young woman had been like this for the past few days now and he was starting to get worried.

"I'm taking you to the doctor." He stated firmly, making sure that it was clear.

Yet the girl had always been stubborn. "But Levi, I'm fi--"

"No buts, Marcelle." Levi cut her off rather harshly. He didn't mean to sounds angry, but he knew his fiancée too well. If he didn't force her to, she would keep refusing to go to the doctor and it was obvious to the both of them that she really needed to see one.

Taking her hand in his and wrapping his free arm around her waist, he helped the woman back to her feet.  He picked her up bridal style and placed her on their bed. His hand gently slipped under her shirt, slipping the fabric over her head then giving her a light kiss on the nose. She giggled lightly and he smiled back at her. Once he finished helping her dress in some clean clothing, he changed out of his pajamas as well and carried her to the car. Even though she much rather walk on her own, she didn't complain. Marcy was just way too tired to walk right now.

Fifteen minutes later, they arrived at the hospital and checked in at the front desk. Thankfully it was a weekday which meant that there were little to no people running around the place other than a few nurses and patients here and there. It only took a slightly over ten minutes before the woman was called into the doctor's office.

Levi tapped his foot on the ground, grumbling slightly to himself. Now he remembered why the two of them loathed going to the doctors. There were all these sick and coughing patients spreading their germs all over the place. If only he could sanitize the place of its filth. How do they expect sick people to get better when all they were doing was sharing the sickness everywhere? Then there was this terrible sounding music they were playing on the loudspeakers...

Shaking his head, he brought himself out of his own thoughts. Maybe he was just complaining to distract himself from worrying about Marcy. Though the germs were gross and unpleasant to be around, he would do anything to know that his girl was alright. Maybe he should have gone inside with her. At least that way he would know what was going on with her without having to have her explain what the doctor said. It would have saved time to just let the professional tell them at the same time. Standing up from his seat, he walked up to the front desk and asked if he could go inside to check on them.

"Sorry sir, but they are almost done with the examination." The nurse replied with a kind smile. It was obvious to her that the man was worried. "Don't worry. She will be out in a few minutes, okay?"

He was going to argue, but thought better of it. There was no reason to get himself thrown out of the hospital, especially when Marcy was sick. He would need to be here for her in case anything was seriously wrong. With a sigh, he sat back at his seat and waited.

"Thank you, Doctor." The woman waved as she closed the door. Chocolate eyes scanned the room and found a slightly agitated man across the room. Chuckling slightly, she walked over to her fiancé. Seeing his worried expression, she gave him a reassuring smile.

"So how was it? Are you alright?" He asked.

She shrugged her shoulders in reply. "The doctor took some tests and the results should come in about a week from now."

Levi wasn't pleased with the news. "That's it?"

"Well he gave me some medicine to help with the vomiting."

In her hands was a small white bag with what he assumed was the medicine. At least that was better than nothing. Nodding his head, he took her hand in his and led her back to the car.

He turned the corner and parked in front of the apartment that they shared. Again, he picked her up, but this time Marcy argued, "Levi, I can walk."

Rolling his eyes, he allowed her to walk on her own, even though she was still awfully unsteady. "I think we need to get you something to eat." He said, remembering they had yet to eat breakfast because of this whole ordeal. He himself could handle not eating, but it was obvious to him that she needed to eat. She couldn't even walk properly and if he had to bet on one thing, it would be that it was because her blood sugar was on the low side.

"I'm fine." She argued, shaking her head stubbornly. To be honest she was famished. Her stomach was grumbling so loud she bet that Levi could hear it. The problem was that she was afraid of throwing it all up and she just hated wasting food. In her mind, maybe if she didn't eat so much there would be nothing to vomit in the first place.

Of course, Levi knew her all too well and saw right through her bluff. "I rather you eat something and throw it up, instead of making yourself sick by starving yourself." He had her sit down at the table before walking over to the fridge. There wasn't much to eat in there right now since Marcy has been too sick to cook, and he had been out working late the past few days so he wasn't able to took either. All he could find was some left over pasta and garlic bread. Sticking it into the toaster oven, he absentmindedly pressed on the buttons and walked back to the girl.

It was obvious to him that she was feeling down. "Hey, what's wrong, Dear?" He asked, getting down on one knee so that he could get closer to her face.

"It's nothing..." Marcy answered, averting her brown eyes away from him. She didn't want to tell him that she felt bad. After growing up all alone on the streets after her parents were killed, she had grown used to depending on herself. Now, Levi was taking care of her. She felt as though he was being forced to, obligated, to take care of her just because she was a little sick.

Of course, he understood her without even receiving a decent reply. "Don't worry about me." He said, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of raven black hair behind her ear. "Right now we have to focus on you getting better, alright?"

Her lips curved up to a slight smile. Reaching out, she pulled him to her so that she could place her lips on his. "I'm so lucky to have you."

He smiled back at her, resting his forehead against hers. "And I'm lucky to have you."