Golden Roses ★

Part Fifteen: Bad Virus

February 27, 1980.

** Emetophobia awareness **
This one contains some real action.

The morning started negative again, we had both become quite ill, together we had a long-term cold and a nasty stomach virus.

I lay in bed with terrible stomachache, how could this have happened? Were we lit by someone maybe?

It was early in the morning, David lay with his hot legs against mine. "Honey, get your legs off me, I'm hot enough already." I said in a whisper.

David put his leg away from me, "Sorry sweetie, but your legs are so nice and warm and I'm so terribly cold and feverish." David said, jaw trembling from the cold.

I crawled into David's body, "Me too!" I pretended to cry because it wasn't a nice feeling.

Suddenly David had a coughing fit, he sat up and got water from the tap. "Shall I call a doctor this afternoon?" David asked with a glass of water in his hands.

I shrugged and buried my face in the covers. "I'm not able to go anywhere now, I don't even dare to stand up, then my stomach contents are already rising." I said awkwardly.

David took a bucket from the bathroom. "Here honey, I'll see how it goes this afternoon, if you throw up I'll put you a bucket. And I'll put one down for me too, just in case, I'm going to lie down quickly because I feel damn dizzy."

"Why does this virus have to have us now?" I moaned. David held my back with both hands. "I want to know that too, come on, let's get some sleep." Yawned David.

I tried to sleep for the last few hours, but my headache and stomachache kept me awake. I moaned and moaned, kicking the blanket off my body because I felt warm.

After half an hour David woke up, he rubbed his eyes and sat up in bed. He rubbed my arm and placed the blanket gently over my body again. "I'm so hot." I sulked. "I know it, my love." Said David with a sigh.

I carefully sat up to go to the toilet, "Should I help you, lovie?" David asked. It was quite difficult because of my terrible headache and stomachache. I nodded and held my molars firmly together. David came to hold my arm and stopped me from going to bed.

Suddenly, my stomach contents just pop up. I gagged. David held my arm loose, "Are you okay?" David asked. I put my hand over my mouth. I blinked at the sour liquid that was in my mouth.

David held the bucket under my face, I spat the filthy sour liquid from my mouth. "Should you throw up more?" David asked softly. I nodded and coughed and spit everything out again.

"Aw, are you okay sweetheart? Would you like to lie down on the couch with me?" David asked as he massaged my back. I nodded and rubbed the dirty liquid away with the top of my hand.

David took a piece of toilet paper from the bathroom and cleaned my mouth. "Are you feeling any relief?" David asked as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, a real relief." I sighed.

"Come on, then we'll lie down on the couch together and get sick together, I'll take our blanket to the couch and then we'll watch television together, how nice is that?" David asked as he took our blanket and pillows off the bed.

I smiled and went too deep, "What a great idea my dear David, I'm going down already." I said as I walked down the stairs.

David followed me with a large blanket in his hand and two pillows. I lay down on the couch and closed my eyes, David put the blanket over my body and shoved the pillow under my head.