[eng] Leave My Shit Outside ; Ziam

a ; I'M BLEEDING OUT

hello there!

this is a long and romantic sneezefic, and the first one that I was able to conclude until now. i'm very proud anyway, and truly hope you enjoy it

first of all, I recommend you read the synopsis and hashtags. i have to emphasize that this is a sneezefic

also i have to excuse myself about my english. it isn't my first language, so possibly you'll find some mistakes. i'm trying my best

welcome to this journey :)

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LIAM'S POV

I hate to feel cold. Even more, I hate feeling like this when I'm in pain, it feels like besides my strong bad humor, the pain hurts more than it's hurting in fact, then my anger came with two feets on my chest. I'm feeling unbearable and I'm not talking about other people.

I've been sick since a few days ago, but in those first days the weather cooperated. Today it changed drastically not only at once. That's why I'm on the train at an atypical time; my boss thought that would be better if I went home. It was a bad idea, I guess, if we think that we're on rush hour, which means that I'm simply going with the tide of people. At least I'll be home earlier today. Hope no one squeezes me too hard.

I distribute my weight holding both hands at the highest subway bar, my bag between my feet. Need to catch a deep breath. My head hurts like hell, I can feel it throbbing, disturbing my left eye to open up properly. Would be amazing if I could sit down.

This music on my earphones was giving me some relief, but with the time passing, it started to be an annoying noise. I put them in their charger box then close my eyes. The train stops at a station and keeps its doors open for many minutes. Too many in my opinion. My hands released to pass through my hair. I fucking need to come home.

I drink some water then put my hands back on the bar when the doors close. There are eight stations left and I don't know if I'm able to come to the next one.

Looks like everything around me is spinning out, I can feel my whole body cold and hot at the same time, and one side of my head is throbbing in greater intensity. I'm sweating in the cold. My nose drips and I quickly wipe with my back of hand, but it is blood. I widen my eyes trying to take my hoodie off of my hips to cover my face. I can't faint here, but the train just closed its doors by now and I don't have any choice. Throwing up also isn't a good solution.

"Hey, are you good?" A person who was sitting in front of me stands up. "Here, sit down."

I thank him in silence and put my clothing off to check the bleeding. Such a fucking bad idea. My eyes are rolling, so my stomach, but a firm touch on my shoulder brings me to focus.

"Is that your nose bleeding?" He asks and I nodd in response, coughing a bit. "Alright." Gets closer to me, his hand stills on my shoulder. "I'll land with you at the next station, OK?"

I nodd once again, breathing through my mouth. To tilt my head would be worse, my better option is just let it bleed. My whole body is goosebumps.

"Excuse me, please. There's a person feeling sick." He - or she? - pushes me up, grabbing my back with his arms. I just follow.

To be out of that crowd already makes things kinda relaxing. I'm sitting down somewhere.

"Hey." The person who is helping me get on their knees in front of me. "Do you think that you'll faint?"

"Only if I see my blood." I answer after preparing myself a lot, but it stills sounding awful.

"So don't do this." He - or she - orders and yeah, I don't have anything else to do. "Has it happened before?"