JJ's P.O.V
I silently curse hearing my door open. She doesn't say anything but I hear my daughters soft footsteps stop by the side of my bed. After a minute of silence I decide to see what is going on. "What are you doing out of bed?" She doesn't say anything so I sit up and guilt floods through me. "Oh Honey..." I say getting out of bed to comfort my silently crying, covered in vomit daughter. "Why didn't you say anything baby?" I ask knowing she was off last night but she had been off since Kiera's passing. She doesn't say anything back. "Let's get you cleaned up baby." I say guiding her into the bathroom and helped her clean herself up. "Do you want to take a bath or a shower?" She nods tiredly. "Ok. Do you need help?" She shakes her head and I kiss the top of her head. "Ok. I am going to clean up. Do you want to sleep in my bed or yours?" She bites her lip. "Your bed." She whispers. I couldn't not notice how weird she was acting. She couldn't even look me in the eyes. She quickly covers her mouth with her hand and vomit goes everywhere. I pull her hair back and rub her back and vomit soaks my sweatpants and the bathroom floor. She cries and hides her face when her stomach stops rebelling. "Hey. Why are you hiding from me?" I ask and gently turn her head to face me. "I don't want you to be mad at me." She cried. "Why would I be mad at you Honey?" She sniffles. "I threw up everywhere and made a mess." I shake my head. "Your a kid. Making messes is your job and you can't control it." She looks at me hesitantly. "Come here. Give me a hug." I say and open my arms. "But you will get puke on you Daddy." She whispers. "I will survive." I chuckle.
"Your just so sad now. And I know your mad at the doctors for not saving Mommy. I am too." I bite my lip. "You need to know I am NEVER mad at you. Or sad at you. I am trying. I am really sorry you felt like you couldn't come to me." She kissed my cheek. I turn on the water and she showers while I clean up her room and the bathroom. When she is done she gets changed and so do I. She looked exhausted. "Want me to carry you?" I ask ruffling her wet hair. She nods a little. "Come here." I say picking her up and carrying her to my room. I lay next to her and rub her back as she slowly falls asleep. When I am positive she is sleeping I go into the kitchen and call John B.
JB- what time is it?
He yawned tiredly.
J- sorry. Like four. You got a minute?
JB- yeah what's up?
J- Y/N is sick. She didn't tell me she was sick till she walked in my room covered in puke in the middle of the night. She thought I would be mad at her.
JB- It isn't your fault J. Your struggling right now. Your trying to do it all by yourself your going to slip up sometimes. She is a good girl she understands.
J- She shouldn't have to. Kie should be here rubbing her back and singing her a lullaby.
I say choking back tears.
JB- I know J. But unfortunately she isn't. You are all she has right now. So go in there and cuddle your daughter. Do whatever you can to make her feel better. Want Sarah to come over tomorrow? She can hang out with her. Do all that feeling stuff Aunts do.
J- If it isn't to much.
JB- of course not. We are all here for you guys J. Your gonna get through it.
J- thanks man.
I say and hang up. I go back into my room and find Y/N sleeping soundly. I smile and lay next to her.
We spent the next day just laying in bed together, catching up on sleep and munching on ginger ale and crackers. She felt a lot better after 24 hours. But JJ didn't feel the same. When Y/N came home from her girls day with Sarah she took care of her Dad to make him feel better this time.
