JJs POV
"Is Y/N ok?" John B asked glancing at my sleeping sister on the pull out couch. At first glance she seemed fine but under closer look, she had beads of sweat of her forehead, her face was bright red, her eyes were pressed shut tightly, her forehead creased in pain. She had her arms wrapped around her stomach tightly. "She is going to puke." I say standing up and looking for a bin. As if on cue she threw up all over herself and the bed. John B ran over with a bin and puts it in-front of her in time for the second round. I pulled her hair out of her face and rubbed her back trying to calm her down. After a few short seconds the puking was turning into dry heaves and the gagging into sobs. When we were sure nothing else was coming up John B took the bin into the kitchen and left it in the sink coming back to help me. She was sobbing into me chest. "Y/N. I need you to calm down. You are going to make yourself sick again." I say ruffling her hair.
She took a couple shaky deep breaths. "I don't feel good J." She says crying again. "I know it's ok. Let's gets you all cleaned up." I say picking her up out of the puke pile on the bed. John B opens the door to the bathroom for me. I place her in the tub and turn the shower on to a warm temperature and she starts shivering. "We just gotta get the puke off you then you are done." I say rinsing her off. I shampoo her tangled hair to get the vomit out. "Can you help her get changed?" I ask John B not wanting to see my sister naked. He chuckles and nods. She stands up slowly almost falling over. "Careful." I mumble nervously. While John B helps her get clean clothes on I clean up the bed. "What did you eat?" I mumble to myself at the gross sight I front of me. The smell was even worse. All the blankets went outside. Y/N stumbles down the hall looking pale as all hell. "Thank you." I nod. "Yeah. Always." I say hugging her. "Can you braid my hair?" She asked softly. "Of course." I roll my eyes and sit on the couch French braiding my sisters matted hair.
