[eng] Leave My Shit Outside ; Ziam

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LIAM'S POV

I woke up with this terrible headache. Feels like I've punched my head on the hardest wall PLUS slept with loudspeakers in the loudest volume, one on each ear, while I was screaming my lungs out. At least this pillow is soft and... breathing? Wait.

I sat up at once, startled, surely making my pain worse, just to find Zaynie sitting where I thought that was a pillow. She moves a little, but doesn't seem to wake up. I take a break to massage my temples, trying to calm down all these explosives inside, then I get up slowly. I truly need a pill, or more than one. What about the full pack?

"Liam?" I hear her hoarse voice calling me.

"In the kitchen." I try to say before swallowing two pills with juice, then splash water on my face.

"Hey." Her hand touches my back as my hands are on the balcony, my eyes closed in necessity.

"What time is it?" I ask without a move.

"Wait." She goes away for a little, but comes back in a hurry. "2:33am."

I can't think of anything to say. Slowly I compose myself vertically, not being able to contain grumbles from the hellish pressure on my brain which forces me to cover my eyes. Feels like I screamed from crying too much.

"Eshhh! Eshhh! Eshhiii! Eshhiii!" Zaynie also grumbles at the end, sniffly. This makes me try a little harder to open my eyes.

"Bless you. Sleep here?"

"I think I already am." I feel a half smile on her voice. "Gotta go to bed?"

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Thank God it is Saturday and I don't have to go to work. Even though I wake up early for no apparent reason. According to my digital watch, it's 8:07am and Zaynie is snoring on my chest with her mouth half open, almost in peace.

Wasn't on my plans – and when it is? – having a crisis like that in front of Zaynie, but leaving her outside to get pneumonia wasn't an option. I knew that I could explode at any moment, at least I locked myself in my bedroom just in time.

"Liam?" Her voice calls me like a whisper and I murmur in response.

"Good morning. Are you good?" I start to touch her hair, remembering the affection I received last night.

"Not sure." She clears her throat and tries to get up, but I try to stop her. "Need to pee."

My real desire is to be in bed all day doing anything we want to, as long as we don't have to get out of here.

"Are you OK?" I ask again when she's out of the bathroom, standing in the middle way with her back to me.

"Hatshiii! Eeshheew! Eeshheew! Eeshhh! HAEESHHHH! Holy crap." Zaynie sits down, pressing the nose with her fist.

"God bless you!" I say, reaching out to touch the tip of her hair.

"Thanks." They sniffs congested. "I knew that I'd get sick."

"I have some medicine, if you want." I sit to see her face, and touch her nape. "Babe, you're really hot."

"Hatshhiiii!" She grumbles at the end, pushing me to lay down 'til fits on my chest.

"Tell me everything, don't hide anything. What are you feeling?" I kiss her forehead.

"Feels like hayfever, but my head hurts a lot. Heavy, you know?" They takes a break, rubbing her nose on my t-shirt. "Chills, body ache- Eshhh! Hatshiii!"