Hide Your Heart

Tommy's P.O.V.(The Next Morning)

It was barely two a.m when I woke up with a pounding headache. "Oh God!" I groaned as I untangled myself from my sleeping husband and slid out of bed, not even able to enjoy his warmth before I lost my guts all over the carpet. 

By the time I was finished, the carpet, bedding and bed were covered in puke as was I. The only thing that had been spared was Paul. Oops, too late! I hadn't been able to miss him as I tried reaching for the trashcan on his side. I sank to my knees as he woke up with a start and noticed his puke covered pillow and hair. all I could do was cry as I felt like I was going to pass out.

The last thing I remember was him carrying me to the bathroom before I lost consciousness. Apparently I didn't die because I was able to start hearing a muted voice before long. My eyes fluttered open long enough to see that I was in the tub. As I regained my senses, I could tell Paul was bathing me and that his hair was wet. 

"Sorry." I whispered. 

"Shit, you scared me to death." he replied, as he drained the tub and wrapped me in a huge towel. "I'm going to lay you in the guest room while I clean our bedroom." "You covered every surface within ten feet."

I felt him sliding a clean pair of boxers on me before covering me up. "Don't move, I'll be back."

I could hear him carrying the bedding to the laundry room and then the Wet-Dri Vac a few minutes later. The scent of vanilla candles soon filled the air as the guestroom door opened.

My now clean husband climbed into bed and took me in his arms. "We are going to the doctor as soon as possible." 

I could only nod as I felt his arms go around me. "I'm so sorry I threw up on you." I whispered.

He just kissed my cheek and made me go back to sleep.