Getting Better

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Jets pov

*hurk*

I gasped for air as I gripped the toilet seat. God that sucks! Dosen't help that I've been doing it more often. Well on the bright side It seems like my ankles getting better.

"throwing up again babe" sonic rubbed my shoulders gently.

"yeah but it's no big deal" I stood up on shaky legs "it's just a stomach bug. It'll go away on its own"

I walked into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. Sonic followed me in with worry written all over his face.

"honey this has been going on for several weeks now" he signed "I think it's time to consider a check up-"

"no!" I said firmly "I've just recovered from a shattered ankle sonic. I'm done with check ups and doctors for a long while."

"come on jet you're being silly-"

"you're being silly!" I yelled "how dare you talk down to me. You have no idea how helpless I felt" I felt tears brimming in my eyes. These overwhelming emotions. They're too much.

He took the step back, shocked by my sudden outburst before pulling me into a gentle hug.

"I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean to upset you. I'm just worried about you baby. This isn't normal! Just one doctors appointment. Please, do it for me" he looked at me pleadingly.

I sighed "ok just one"

"thank you darling" he rocked me in his arms. I felt a little better after that.

Maybe it won't be so bad...

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