Use Me, Darling

Part 16

"I see, you don't want to talk about it anymore.Fine then. I am leaving. But I am still going to pick you up for classes, whenyou have gotten better." He is really leaving, without putting up a fight. Taywas more than relived to see Time leave. Even though Times eyes, where about tokill him, he still left. As soon as he heard the door fall into its lock, hebroke back down. The energy that he just had felt, to get up, change and arguewith Time, faded in a matter of seconds. His head started to spin again but atleast, he didn't felt like throwing up again. His weak body barely made it backto his bed, where he collapsed in exhaustion. Carefully he reached out to thepills on his nightstand, reading through the instructions, that the doctor hadwritten down on a note next to them. After he had taken a couple of them, helaid himself back down, into the warm comfortable sheets. He couldn't sleep anymore but was too weak, to get up and do anything else. The only thing he felt goodenough to do, was to reach out for his phone and watch some movies. However,before he could open his streaming platforms, he stumbled onto the messagesthat Vegas had send him, since last night. "The way you screamed that night,tells me that you will never forget about our shared night. However, if youwant to refresh your memories, I am always up to help you." "Tay, why aren'tyou and Time in class?" "Do you need to go that far, to avoid seeing me, or didTime actually mange to wrap you around his little finger again?" "Common youare not that stupid, to go back to him, are you?" "Kinn just said to someoneelse, that you are sick, and Time is taking care of you. Are you really sick oris he trying to cover up for you guys?" Whydid he send that many messages. He never did that before, why start now? Taywasn't in the mood to answer. He just pushed the messages aside and finallystarted a movie. Curling up in the warm sheets and diving in his own littleworld. He barely ever felt as comfortable as in those moments he had his bedall to himself, with no need to exit its warmth anywhere close again. No matterif he was sick or not, his bed always was his number one comfort. Just a coupleminutes into the movie, the screen paused, and a notification of his numberbeing called came up. Unwillingly Tay was ripped out of his small little world,as he pressed accept and put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" his voice soundedweak, as if it would break any moment. "You really must be sick. Why did yousend Time away, who is taking care of you now?" Vegas voices was not more thana whisper, he must be somewhere at their college and not wanting to get caughtspeaking to him. "I am taking care of myself. I don't want Time here anymore." "Tay,just by the way you sound I can tell, that you are in no way able to take careof yourself. Time meant, that he found you on the bathroom floor, after you hadthrown up, is that true?" Tay pushed his blanket of a little so he could breathesome fresher air. "Your secretly listens to their conversation, didn't you?" "Ofcourse, I needed to figure out if you are actually sick, or if you are justtrying to avoid me." "It has nothing to do with you, why should I even avoid..." Tay couldn't finish his sentence as a new wave of sickness raised from hisstomach and its way up. In a hasty sprint he made to his bathroom to againthrow up into his toilet. Clinging onto the phone in his hands, as his bodyviolently tried to get rid of everything inside of it. Cramping itself togetherso much, that his whole body moved with it. Tears slowly dripping down his hotcheeks as a miserable sound left his throat. It was a mix between whining,crying and screaming, desperately calling for someone. He just didn't knew whothat some could be. Never before had he felt as miserable as he did today,never had he been that sick before, at least not that he could have rememberedit. He also never felt so alone and lost. Normally if he wasn't doing well,Time would be by his side. But now he wasn't. It wasn't that Tay wanted himback or anything. He willingly pushed Time away, even though he really neededthat comfort. Tay didn't trust his body. Even after he had stopped throwing up,he sat further next to the toilet clinging onto it, as if he would fall into apit of darkness, if he let go. He just sat there and cried and let the tearsrun freely, while his head seemed to be falling off. Waves of pity for himselfpushing over him. "Wow, you really look terrible." Tay flinched at the sound ofthe voice. He was so lost in himself and his self-pity that he had not realizedthat someone came into his room. "Let me help you up." Slowly Vegas steppedcloser. Tay looked so vulnerable and small. Nearly as bad, as he did the lasttime, that Vegas had closed him into his arms. Tay couldn't say anything. Hejust weakly nodded as his red eyes meet Vegas gaze. A look of pity and sadnessseemed to be laying in them. Carefully he picked the trembling boy up. He waseven lighter than the last time he had carried him. Even more fragile thanbefore, as if he was going to break with just the slightest hush of wind. "Letme give you a sponge bath, you smell terrible, and I mean that the best waypossible." Never had he heard Vegas sounding so soft and carrying. It gave theboy goosebumps however he enjoyed his warmth. Once again, a wave of exhaustioncrushed him down, made him close his eyes shut. He only felt that Vegas hadcome back to him again. Then he heard the water in the bowl and Vegas breathgetting closer to him. Gently he let his hand run down his body. Cleaning itcarefully, making sure to not miss a spot. "You are doing so good, darling.Take a rest. I will take care of everything else." A small kiss was placed on Tay'sforehead. Tay didn't knew that a small touch like that, could make him losehimself so much. With Vegas touch a feeling of comfort and warmth awoke in him.A feeling of safety and security. As if nothing could happen to him. Which wasironic to think of, if one regarded who Vegas was to Tay. Again, he felt thepresence of Vegas fading. He didn't want him to leave. He could not bear to be leftalone again. "Vegas." His voice wasn't more than a soft whisper in the wind,still Vegas seemed to have heard him. Quickly he closed to gap to him again. "Iam right here, darling." His hand slowly caressed the boy's hair. "Stay."