I wake up drenched in sweat and eyes puffy and red. My stomach was turning and my head pounding. I stumble to the bathroom just making it in time to throw up every thing I have eaten the last few days. I feel a rough hand on my shoulder and look up to meet the sympathetic eyes of my boyfriend John B. "I don't. Don't feel good." I say voice breaking from all the strain. "I know Baby." He mumbles kissing my sweaty forehead. "How long have you been in here?" He asked sadly. "Like 45 minutes." I say throat hurting. "Do you think you're done?" He asked tucking the stray hair behind my ear. "I think so." I say starting to cry. "It's alright. Let's get you washed off." He says helping me stand up. He turns on the water and slides off my shorts. I was to tired to do anything. He slides off his shorts too and takes off his shirt. He slides off my shirt too and I shiver feeling cold and exposed. "Come here." He says picking me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his torso. He rinses me off and puts me down so he can wash my hair and body. "You're the best boyfriend in the whole wide world." I mumble into his chest as he dries me off. "That's going a little far. I did sleep on the couch last night since we have been fighting all day." He chuckles. "Yeah and you are still taking care of me." I say smiling. "Always." He says kissing my forehead. "Let's get you in bed Baby." He says guiding me to the bedroom. I fall asleep in his arms.
I wake up feeling bile rushing up my throat. I lean away from John B and puke splatters on his bedroom floor. "I'm sorry. I am so so so sorry." I cry as John B pulls the hair out of my face for me. "Why are you sorry?" He asked hugging me. "I threw up on your floor." I sob. He shakes his head. "Don't be sorry. Easy clean up. He says kissing my forehead again. "Lay back down." He says tucking me in. "You're not cleaning my puke. I got it." I say sitting back up. "Lay back down." He says sternly. I groan annoyed.
