I groan as my phone interrupts my sleep. It was my boyfriend facetiming me. I turn off my camera and mumble a hi. "Hey love. You never showed up and I was worried. Everything ok?" He said in a soft and very concerned look. "I am ok. I am sick. Sorry I didn't text you." I say fighting back the nausea. "Its alright. Dont apologize. Do you want me to come over?" He asked his brown eyes staring at my blank screen. "I can't ask that. Have fun with your friends. It's a great day for surfing." I say feeling guilt. "Can you please turn your camera on for a minute." I sigh and turn on my camera knowing better than to glance at what I look like. His face goes to a sad hurt expression. "Look at me." I bite my lip making eye contact trying to pretend I am ok. "Do you want me to come over." I nod my head feeling guilty. "I just don't want you to miss a day with your friends." I mumble. "I will be there in twenty minutes. Don't worry about that. Bye love you." He says hanging up. I curl up in a ball and wrap myself in the covers trying to sleep away the pain. I wake up fifteen minutes later with an overwhelming nausea. I untangle myself from the covers and hurry to the bathroom almost making it before throwing up on the floor making a disgusting mess everywhere. I wish I was done but my stomach was continuing to rebel. I run to the sink throwing up again. And again. And again. I didn't hear John B come in but I feel his cool hands collect my hair and rub circles on my back. "You're alright." He says soothingly. "Shit I am sorry. I didn't know you where here." I say whipping the tears I didn't know have formed off my face. He pulls me into a soft hug. "Don't be sorry. How are you feeling?" He asked kissing my forehead. "I feel like shit." I say wrapping my arms around him. "Do you wanna shower? You got stuff in your hair." He says brushing the hair out of my face. I nod. "Yeah that sounds good..." I mumble as he guides me down the small hall in my trailer. He pauses at the vomit on the floor. "Fuck I have to clean that up." I say turning around. "You can get it after you shower." He says pushing me through into the bathroom. He turns on the water for me. "Do you need help?" I shake my head and take my shirt off not caring John B was right there. "Alright I will be right outside if you need me." He says walking out. I take a long hot shower and when I reach for the towel I get very dizzy. I pause and wrap the towel around me sliding to the floor. "John B!" I call nervously. It took all of three seconds for him to run in. He saw me sitting on the floor and kneeled down next to me. "What's wrong?" He asked nervously. "I got dizzy." I mumble leaning my head on his shoulder. "Alright your ok." He says rubbing my back. "John B... I don't feel good." I said panicking. "Ok alright." He said flipping open the toilet seat lid. I lean forward and throw up on John Bs shirt and start hysterically crying. "Hey why are you crying? He asked brushing the hair out of my face and wiping my tears. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to." He shakes his head. "No worries. It's all good." He says taking off his shirt. "See no harm. Come here." He says pulling me into a hug. "You wanna go lie down?" He asked after a little while. I nod and he helps me stand up so I don't fall over. "You cleaned it up." I say scolding him lightly for cleaning the puke that was previously on my hall floor. "Don't stress over it." He says chuckling. I lay down and cover myself in blankets. "Can you lay with me?" I ask him nervously. "Yeah of course." He says cuddling with me. "Thank you for today. It really means a lot." I mumble tiredly. "Yeah of course. As long as you are feeling a little better." He says kissing my forehead
