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The next morning, I still felt sick. I hadn't eaten since the day before so my stomach was empty, it also didn't help that I kept throwing up every time I tried to eat. Rosa stayed the night with me, she figured I wouldn't want to be alone and my brother or Marcus weren't there so she decided it was best. Surprisingly, I was the one waking up from a bad dream to throw up, she would just get up and help me out.
Around six in the morning I finally gave up on trying to sleep and just laid in bed, around this time Rosa had decided she was going back to her bed. Juan tried to get me to get up but I wasn't feeling it. It wasn't until around lunch that other people started coming into my room. First it was Petra, she wanted help with some homework. Then it was some of the Soto Vatos, then Juan again then some girl from the Dixie Mob who were trying to tell me something but they were way to high to finish a sentence.
I was curled up into a ball in bed, remembering the day before and trying not to throw up again when my door was sprung open. I jumped up scared and in walked Marcus. Before he closed the door he looked out then finally turned around closing the door and running over to me. He pulled me out of bed and without hesitation, pulled me into a long, deep kiss. He held me close, only separating for a split second of air. When we finally did pull apart, he still hugged me close, we rocked side to side before he fell on the bed pulling me down with him.
I laughed as he pressed me against his chest and held onto me. "Hello to you to" I said as he left small kisses on my head. He didn't say anything, just held me, it was sort of starting to worry me "are you alright amor?" He nodded with a small smile "are you sure? You're acting kinda...weird" he chuckled before giving me another kiss "I just missed you" I laughed again "it's only been two days" he shrugged "your point?" I laughed and shook my head.
We laid in bed, he never once let go of me. We didn't talk about Vegas at all, which I didn't mind, even the mer memory of it made me physically sick. It wasn't until I had turned around so my back was to his front and he was playing with my hair when he sat up. I turned around confused and he looked a little shocked "did you get a tattoo?" He asked with a laugh. I smiled shyly and nodded "two...actually"
He raised an eyebrow "wha-what is it? Like a little finger tattoo or something?" I got out of bed and stood up "something like that" I began to roll up my shirt and reveal the snake and rose that was starting to scab over. His jaw dropped and eyes widened. He pulled me between his legs and looked closer at the tattoo "you were only in Vegas for two days, how'd you do this?" I laughed "actually it was just a day, I came back last night, and I have a really good tattoo artist" he looked surprised but went back to examine the tattoo "this looks familiar" I smiled proudly "'cause I drew it"
He looked up with a big smile "no way, that's sick" I nodded and put my shirt back down, climbing back into bed with him. "So...Vegas...how was it?" He finally asked. I stayed quiet, did I really want to talk about this right now? No. I laid on his shoulder and nuzzled my face into his neck, wrapping my arms and legs around him. "Ona...?" He brushed a piece of hair behind my ear and made me look at him. I pulled my face back to his neck "it was...hard" I mumbled against his skin. "Hard? As in..." I sighed "as in I've been physically sick since I did it" his eyes filled with both guilt and sympathy.
