After Solitude

Chapter 31

Zoey's POV

I wake up to in darkness, hearing faint coughing sounds coming from the bathroom.

Checking out my surroundings, I realize that I must have fallen asleep in her room.

"Ugh." I hear a feminine groan of pain.

"Poppy?" I call out as I unwrap the blankets that she tucked me into tightly.

As soon as my feet hit the floor, I rush to the bathroom to check if Poppy is okay.

The splattering of wet vomit spills into the toilet, making me forget to knock by how gross it sounds.

"Poppy?" I softly knock.

"No, don't open it. Get one of the guys!" She yells.

Why one of them? I'm her best friend.

I slowly turn the knob to only have something hard hit the door, making me jump away.

"Don't! Please, Zoey." She cries.

The sting of pain pangs in my heart.

"Okay, I'll go get the first one I see." I solemnly walk away from the door, wishing I could see her.

My stomach twists and turns as I make my journey down the steps with each step making my guts feel worse and worse.

When my feet finally hit the wooden floor, something zooms past me and out the door.

With stuttering footsteps, I look out one of the large windows to see what it was but whatever it was has vanished.

"What the heck is going on?" I whisper to myself.

"Baby? Where's Poppy and Wyatt?" Jett asks me in almost a panic.

I look around, trying to let my eyes adjust to the darkness.

"Poppy is in the bathroom throwing up. I haven't seen Wyatt." I explain.

Jett wraps his arms around me, "how're you feeling?" He asks softly.

"I don't know, my stomach hurts. Maybe Poppy and I caught a stomach bug or something." I tell him as I rub my stomach in little circles.

"Stay there, love." Nik says as he passes me up the stairs with a blood bag in his hand.

I nod, looking at Jett with furrowed brows.

Jett rubs his hands up and down my arms, creating friction that warms me up in the cold house.

"I hope Poppy feels better, I hate when she feels like poop." I comment to make the deafening silence disappear.

"She's not sick, baby. She smelled your blood."

My what?

"Turn." He twirls his finger.

Deciding that my stomach hurts too bad to fight it, I do as I'm told.

"Okay, come with me. Don't leave my side." Jett says holding my hand as he begins to walk up the stairs.

"Wait, Nik told me to stay here."

He nods, "I know what he said, now come." He pulls my hand towards him.

We go up the stairs and into a bathroom on the other side of where Poppy is. Close, but far.

Jett runs the bath water, letting it heat up under his hand.

"You're going to take a bath?" I ask, surprised he'd want me in here for that.