JJs POV
"Ow..." Y/N grumbles. "You good?" I ask concerned. "Yeah. My stomachs starting to bother me a little." She says wrapping her arms around her stomach and leaning her head on my shoulder. I wrap my arm around her. "I'm sorry baby." I say kissing her forehead. "You're not looking to hot Sis." John B said nervously. "Thanks. Looking great yourself." She said annoyed. She didn't want attention. She didn't want anyone to acknowledge that she wasn't feeling great, so I didn't. I kept my arm around her just so she knew I was there. We all kept talking. Expect Y/N she stayed quiet. She started to shake. She was shivering on this 85-degree night. "You want to go inside baby?" I whisper in her ear. She doesn't answer and just glares at me. I roll my eyes but put my flannel around her shoulders and continue talking to John B while Pope and Kie flirt. I should have seen it coming but I didn't and out of nowhere Y/N stands up and takes two steps away before throwing up all over the ground. "Oh fuck!" Kiara screams. It was a little closer to her than she would like. "That that is disgusting." Pope says taking a couple steps back. I pull her hair back. It was a little late but wanted to make her feel a little more comfortable. She was swaying so I put my other hand around her stomach to hold her up. "Ok. Ok. You're alright..." I say as she starts to cry. She turns around and burrows her face in my chest. "You're alright. I'm right here baby." I say rubbing her back. "Ok. Wasn't expecting that..." John B chuckles. "I'm gonna take her inside to get cleaned up." I tell the group picking her up. She wraps her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I sit her down on the toilet and grab a washcloth wiping the puke off her hands and face. "You need to shower Baby." I tell her looking at her hair. She shook her head and cried harder. I sigh and turn the hot water on. "We are just going to get the puke out of your hair and then we can go lay down baby." I say helping her up. At that moment she pukes all over the both of us. "It's fine. We were showering anyway. It's alright." I say trying so hard not to puke. It smelled disgusting. It looked disgusting and it felt disgusting. But looking into her Y/E/C eyes I calmed down. Her eyes were bright red from tears, you could clearly see how much pain she was in. I strip all my clothes down and then slowly help her out of hers. "I got it." She says slightly annoyed taking her jean shorts off. "Ok." I say holding my hands up in surrender. She trips and I catch her making her slap me. "I got it!" She screams. "Don't fucking touch me! "She says pushing off me. "I'm not just going to let you fall Y/N/N." I sigh. "Everything ok?" John B said knocking concerned. "Will everybody just fuck off!" She screams more tears rolling down her cheeks. "Yeah. Everything's great." I call out rolling my eyes. "Let's get washed off." I sigh getting in the water and holding out a hand for her. "I can do it myself." She snaps. "Baby, I know you can. But you really don't have to, and you will feel a lot better if you just let me help you." She sighs grabbing my hand and joining me under the spray of the water. She relaxed a little and leaned back into me. "Can I help you now?" She nods tiredly. I grab her shampoo and wash the puke out of her hair. I put her conditioner in and scrub her body down with soap. We had been sexually intimate many times but never this emotionally intimate. She was weak and vulnerable, and she trusted me. "Do you wanna stay under the water another minute while I get us clothes?" She nods zoned out and I wrap a towel around my waist and step over the vomit on the floor going to our room and grabbing us each some pajamas. "This is the only time I condone you showering with my sister." John B said sternly. I chuckle and wink at him heading back to the bathroom. I get changed. I wipe up the vomit with my towel, so she didn't have to look at it. I turned the water off and helped her out of the shower. I put her in one my t-shirts and her running shorts. "You feeling any better?" I ask her towel drying her hair. "Food poisoning." She mutters resting her head on my shoulder. "Fuck. The chicken. This is all my fault baby. I am so sorry." I say feeling like total shit. It's my fault she is sick. I made her the sandwich that made her sick. I was officially the worst. "It's fine baby. You didn't know." She muttered tiredly. "I am so so sorry. I am your slave for the next 2 weeks. I am so sorry." I say wrapping my arms around her. "Cuddle with me." She says tiredly. "Of course baby." I say ruffling her hair and carrying her to bed.
JJ was true to his promise. For the next to weeks every thing she wanted he did. No matter how many times she told him it was ok.
