The Girl In The Dirty Shirt

Chapter 50

Liam had called the doctor despite my telling him there was no need for it; I had an appointment tomorrow at eleven.

All day yesterday I got sick, a total of eight times I think; it seemed to be every time I would try to eat or had just eaten. I woke up this morning and got sick again. I was starting to think maybe Liam was right, it definitely wasn't food poisoning, but I'd had the flu before I really didn't need to go to the doctor.

"Liam, I really don't need to go"

He was standing at the stove making me some chicken noodle soup while I sat at the table

He turned around pointing the spoon at me. "You're goin', Lyla"

"I can deal with the flu"

"I thought it was food poisoning" He said with his back to me.

"Yeah well, you had that chicken yesterday and you're fine"

"Have you been able to keep anything down since yesterday?"

I shook my head as he put a bowl down in front of me. The smell hit my nose and I instantly felt nauseous.
I got and ran to the bathroom, leaving the soup untouched.
I came back and Liam looked at me unsurprised.

"I can't eat that" I shook my head

Liam nodded "Thought not, but you've got to eat"

"It smells like bacon"

He looked at me confused, taking the bowl for himself. "It's soup"

"Soup that smells like bacon"

Liam just shook his head. "You need to go lie down; I'll make you toast"

He kissed my forehead and sat at the table.
I nodded and got up and walked to the living room lying on the couch.
Liam finished eating and brought me a plate with a piece of toast before he went to wash his dishes.

I choked down the toast and Liam came into the living room sitting on the couch. I curled up next to him and he pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, wrapping both of us in it.
He wrapped me in his arms and I leaned into his chest.

"You really don't feel good huh?" He asked kissing the top of my head while flipping through channels

I shook my head closing my eyes "No"

Liam rubbed my arm and laughed a little. I fell asleep listening to the TV.

I woke up an hour later when the phone rang. Liam got up to answer it as I sat up straight rubbing my eyes.

He came back after a minute and sat back down.

"Who was that?"

"Noel, we've got a session tomorrow mornin' so you'll have t'take yourself to the doctor"

I nodded not really caring, for once, that he was kissing Noel's ass yet again.

"You'd better go"

"I told you I would go, didn't I?"

He nodded "You did, but I know you Lyla babe, you say one thing and do another"

"I'll go" I muttered "I said I'd go, I’ll go"

"Good"

We spent the rest of the day curled up on the couch watching TV. By some fucking miracle I'd managed to keep the toast I'd eaten that morning down.

I hadn't eaten dinner and went to bed earlier than usual.
I went to bed alone and woke up alone, Liam had already left for Noel's.
It was already nine thirty; I felt so much better than I had the past few days. I called the doctor and cancelled my appointment, just like I told Liam, it would pass in a few days and it did; I had no reason to go.