Rafe cameron imagines by Ailee. <3

Throwing up -🦋

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Sick reader, throwing up, mention of emetophobia, crying...

You may consider not reading this if any of the above trigger you. The scenes aren't written that detailed tho.

Summary: Rafe helps his girlfriend wherever he can, no matter how serious it is.

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The moment I opened my eyes and came to my senses I was able to feel a light scratching in my throat that continued to grow worse Minute after Minute.

As if this wouldn't have been enough I can already feel my stomach clenching and unclenching and know that in the next few moments I'd get to welcome a nice bellyache.

I roll over looking at Rafe, trying not to breathe into his face so I don't infect him. He still looks so peaceful, snoring lightly and twitching from time to time.

I stand up and make my way down the staircase and into the big kitchen. I look out at the ocean while I start the kettle. I pick out a chamomile tea and pour the boiling water into the cup.

I take my cup with me and walk into the living room, sit down on the spacious sofa and start the TV. I pick out The Office to watch and recline, sipping on my still hot tea.

Thirty minutes later I hear the slow tapping of weirdly big feet before two arms snake around my body.

„What are you doing here so early in the morning?" Rafe asks groggily.

I hear him make a sniffing noise before speaking up again „Is that chamomile? EW."

„My stomach and my throat hurt like shit I think I caught a virus or something."

„Oh no baby. Come here." He says as he tries to give me a kiss.

I dodge his kiss. „Stop, I don't want to infect you Rafe."

„Shut up. I want a kiss I don't care if you infect me.

„You don't get a kiss."

„Fine, fine, fine." He relents, rolling his eyes like a little boy.

„I'm gonna head to the store to buy you a few things for your stomach and throat alright?" Rafe asks me as he picks up the keys to his car.

„I love you."

„I love you too." he answers before heading out the door.

I stay situated for a few more minutes before making my way back up the staircase and into our bedroom.

I walk into our bathroom and brush my teeth and wash my face.

When I'm done I walk out of the bathroom and put on a cozy pajama and sink back into the mattress.

Suddenly I feel a wave of nausea overcome me and I clench my teeth together and pull the covers over my mouth.

Fear overcomes my body, knowing that what's to come next is nothing good.

I feel my heartbeat quicken and my head spin as another wave overcomes me. I start praying for Rafe to get back here.

I decide to open the find my iPhone app and click onto the AirTag that says „car key" that we once bought after I lost Rafe's car keys for the fifth time.

I see that the keys are still at the supermarket and try not to cry, my emetophobia taking the best of me once again.

I curl up into a ball as best as I can and try to calm myself, knowing that Rafe will be back in a few minutes.

Another wave of nausea overcomes me, this one stronger, heating up my whole body, making my head spin.

„I'm back- hey, are you okay? You're pale!" Rafe asks worriedly as he gets into bed next to me.

„I feel incredibly nauseous." I whine.

„Oh no, let me help you, I'll take care of you. I'm here baby."  He says, hands snaking underneath my body.

„I can't, I'm scared. It's gonna hurt." I say, hands fisting the covers so he's unable to pick me up.

„Oh love. I know, I know but it's just a few seconds and then you will feel better I promise." He answers sincerely.

I let go of the covers and let him carry me into the big bathroom.

I feel the burning vomit slowly climb up my throat as I'm leaning over the toilet. I feel Rafe's hand pet my back but I pull back and swallow rapidly pushing the vomit back down.

„I can't, I really can't." Rafe crawls over to me and holds me against his warm body, stroking my cheek.

„Hey, I got you. You're strong, I know you can do it."

I muster up and lean over the toilet once again, close my eyes and relax my throat. The second the retching starts I close my mouth once again, my strength turning into weakness.

„You know there's only one more way I can help you." Rafe says holding up his pointer and middle finger.

„This is disgusting Rafe."

„But it will help you and I'm here to help you. I don't care if it lands on my fingers, I've experienced worse things."

„But-„

„No buts."

I lean back over the toilet cringing about what's to come. Rafe stands up and washes his hands before kneeling back down next to me. Rafe carefully puts his hand on my back and starts caressing it. He lifts his pointer and middle finger to my mouth pressing that particular spot that stimulates the vomiting reflex, as best as he can.

I close my eyes and let my body do the rest of it. I empty the remnants of my body into the toilet.

I open my eyes again and see Rafe reach up and flush the toilet. He let's the now dirty fingers hang over the rim of the toilet and leans over to me, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple mumbling „I'm so proud of you my girl." I let my head fall on his shoulder and we stay like this for ten seconds or so before I move to stand up. We move over to the sink and I take out a toothbrush and brush my teeth while Rafe washes his hands.

We move back into the bed and Rafe gives me some crackers so I at least eat something. We watch some movies and Rafe cuddles me and spoils me rotten for the rest of the day.

The nausea disappears after some time and I sigh happily and stay nestled in Rafe's strong arms.

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