Too Close For Comfort (LH) (PT1&2)

15. Get Out

Have you ever just woken up and knew it was going to be a bad day? As if something deep in your soul didn't line up and you just knew that the day was going to be horrible. That there would be nothing you could do to make it better, so you're left to suffer in silence.

That's how I felt today.

I knew it as soon as my eyelids peeled back to reveal my new box covered room. I turned my head away from the window and wished I would have just suffered through the sunlight.

This headache was ungodly and my entire body felt tired. I was so nauseous and dizzy that I thought I needed a doctor. I whimpered in pain, silently crying.

I felt that burning sensation in the back of my throat and knew I was going to be sick. Despite my headache from hell I got up and ran to the bathroom. I slid across the floor on my knees, grabbing the toilet for support.

Two hands gathered my hair and held it back for me. They handed me something to wipe my mouth with. "Thanks," I grumbled, flushing the toilet to lay my head against the cool seat.

One of their large hands clamped around my forehead. "You're not running a fever," I couldn't even enjoy Luke's low, raspy morning voice. It made my head hurt more. I winced in pain, whimpering, "what hurts?"

"Head," I wined, squinting to keep my eyes shut and everything black. The lights in the bathroom were off, but the little sunlight coming from our rooms was still too much for me to handle.

"Come on," he took my arm, placing it around his shoulders. Carefully, he scooped the ball I had made of myself off the floor and carried me back to his room.

His boxes were scattered all over the place instead of stacked like mine. His bed was set up on his nook, his blankets and pillows in a scattered mess. I'm pretty sure I woke him up. Luke's chest was warm and felt soft against my skin.

"Hang on," he whispered into my hair, counting every step as he climbed up to his bed. I'm not sure if Luke bought another layer of memory foam or if I was just laying in his usual spot, but I sunk into the mattress when he laid me down. Completely absorbed in comfort.

I heard Luke swallow as he twirled my hair around his fingers. When he spoke his voice was shakey, "Better?"

"No," I winded. I tried to snuggle into the pillow and block the light. Every centimeter of movement caused me more and more pain. My head was aching too bad to fall back asleep, so the option was to suffer.

"Okay," Luke adjusted, laying slightly on top of me with his head on top of mine. He was using his body to block the light. He rubbed my back sense he couldn't play with my hair anymore, "how about now?"

I snuggled closer to him, enjoying the warmth. "What's the symptoms?" He slid his hand under my shirt, sliding it up and down my bare back. "Headache, nausea?" He was going over what he already knew.

"Weak, body aches, really dizzy," my voice rang through my head. Even the slight vibration irritated me.

"Those are weird symptoms," he commented mainly to himself.

"All from the headache."

"Unless it's not," he mumbled, holding me as close to him as possible.