"Don't raise your voice at me," He said.
"Oh fuck off," I bit out.
"I can fuck you," He smirked.
"I'm not here to play with you, Kain. Why did you make me train?" I asked once again.
"I wanted to touch you," He said as he stood up.
"I was hoping to...
I jumped out of the bed as I ran to the bathroom to throw up. Waylon held my hair back as he rubbed my back. My throat burned as I threw up more, when I finished Waylon wiped my mouth with a rag. I sat on the floor and he kissed my head.
"I think I got food poisoning again," I groaned as now laid on the cool floor.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" He asked.
"No, I just wanna lay here." I said.
"I'll go get you some water," He stood up, just as he left I threw up some more.
Tears fell down my cheeks due to the pain of throwing up, I hate throwing up. It's like every time Waylon and I go on our anniversary trip I get food poisoning, it's like a curse. I never fail to get food poisoning when we go on a trip. I worked three more weeks before we came here, and we have a whole week left for this trip.
I sighed as I wiped my mouth. Waylon returned with and ice cold glass of water, he handed it to me and I drank it quickly as it cooled my body. He got another rag and ran it under cold water then placed it on my head. He bent down and picked me up carrying me to the bed. As I got situated he brought a trashcan and placed it on my side of the bed.
"Do you want me to make you some soup?" He asked.
"No, I don't think I'll keep it down." I said.
"Well you have to eat something, I'm pretty sure you just threw up everything you ate for the past three days." He said.
"Not true," I said as I bent over to throw up once again.
"Fuck," I groaned.
My throat is raw and it's even more sore now. I sat back up.
"I'm just gonna take a nap," I said.
"Ok," He kissed my head once more.
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When I woke up from my nap I felt somewhat better but I was still a little nauseous.
"Hey, how are you feeling?" Waylon asked.
"Fine," I said.
He nodded and I noticed something, it was a hickey.
"Dude what the fuck!" I yelled at him.
"What?" He asked as if he was confused.
"You can't keep your fucking dick in your pants for a few days!" I raised my voice as I got out of the bed.
