𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, Klaus Mikaelson
"I've been infatuated with you since the beginning."
"I know."
𝐈n which Klaus Mikaelson makes a friend during the five years he spent in a dungeon.
𝐎𝐫
𝐈n which River Creed, the first of her kind, is curious as to...
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Chapter Twenty-Six Sick
RIVER
*she's sick. Not pregnant*
I throw my hand up onto the sink, searching for a hair tie to keep my hair from spilling into the toilet. Groaning in discomfort, I sit back on my heels hoping my deep breaths will quell the nausea.
I hate being sick.
I've been around for a millennia, plenty of time for an immune system to build strength. So, I rarely get sick, but when I do, it's one of the worst things I've experienced in my long existence.
I feel a hair tie, and quickly use it, pulling my hair back and out of my face. Just as I'm finishing, I feel that unease again. Quickly I lean up, hurling into the toilet.
Just last week, Remedy was sick. It had only lasted a couple of days, and the first sign that she wasn't doing well was the vomit on my living room floor. Theo thinks she picked it up from the park. And I'm sure I picked it up from her.
Unfortunately, I think she used up all the medicine, and my brother already left for the reunion that's in three days.
I spot my phone on the dresser. It's not that far, and I think I could get to it without setting my stomach off again. Hopefully.
With slow steps, I walk to my phone and sit on the bed. I don't even have to scroll to find Klaus' name because it's right at the top.
I'm left staring at the screen in confusion when he doesn't answer. And then my stomach lurches but not from my sickness this time, from concern. Klaus rarely misses phone calls, and if he does ill get a text explaining why he can't talk.
I check my phone. No text.
Surely, he feels my distress right now through our connection, right? What I'm feeling is without a doubt a strong enough emotion.
I shut my phone off, sighing. I don't have anyone else to call with Remedy and Theo out of town.
I could reach out to him with my power, but he's most likely busy. I don't want to get him into trouble just because I'm too weak to handle a stomach ache without medicine. I'll be okay.
I've puked up all the contents in my stomach, and it leaves me feeling hungry. But the fear of hurling again somewhat tampers an appetite.
I decide to make some soup anyway. Scarfing it down is better than laying here dehydrated.
Twenty minutes later, I'm blowing over my bowl of soup to cool it off. I chose a Romanian recipe that my mama made for me before she decided I wasn't worth mending. It should bring back unwanted memories, but it gives a feeling of comfort I don't get very often. Well, up until recently.
