Popes POV
I wake up to my dad shaking me. "Hey get up to Cleo's room. Your Mom needs some help." I nod confused but shove my slippers on and hurry to her room. "I am so sorry Mrs.Hayward. I will get that cleaned up right away. I apologize." She says quickly. "Don't worry about it Honey. Oh good! Pope is here!" I turn the corner and take a minute to evaluate my surroundings. Cleo was sitting on her bed with my Mom rubbing her back. There was a pile of puke on the floor and dribbling down Cleo's face. "Oh..." I say awkwardly. "Why don't you help her to the shower. Then come back and help me clean up." My Mom says with stern eyes. I nod. "Yeah of course." I say lending my arm out to help her up. "Thanks Pope." She smiles. I grab her hand and help her to the bathroom. "You alright?" I ask her closing the bathroom door behind us. "Yes. I apologize for the mess and waking you up." She says slowly. "Don't worry about it. Everyone gets sick." I smile trying to make her feel better. "I've never had my own space before. I feel like I disrespected it." She mutter flipping up the toilet lid. "It's fine Cleo. Don't worry about it." I say pulling her hair back as she crouches down in-front of the toilet. I rub her back as she hacks and gags. Nothing comes up and she leans back into me. "You're alright." I say kissing her cheek. "Thank you." She mutters. "Of course. Why don't you take a shower. You will feel better. I will bring you some clothes in." I say closing the door to give her privacy. "Is she alright?" My Mom asked dragging the mop into her room. "I got it Ma. She's ok. Just a little sick." I say grabbing the mop and mopping up the sick. "Poor girl. I am going to change her sheets." My Mom decides. I chuckle and keep cleaning up. She changed her sheets and put an extra blanket on the bed then went to the kitchen to make her some tea. I brought her a t-shirt and some sweatpants. I knock on the door and she tells me to come in. I put it on the sink and she come out of the shower wrapped in a towel. She was beautiful. "Better?" I ask wrapping an arm around her waist. "Much." I kiss her forehead. "You feel a little warm." I note nervously as she changes. "I'm alright Pope. I've run worse fevers than this on the boat." She chuckles. "I just worry. My book said-" She cuts me off. "Pope. I am not dying so your creepy morgue books don't apply to me." She chuckles hugging me. "Understood. But can you drink lots of fluids and snack on something light?" She nods. "Ay Ay Captain." She laughs. "Let's get you in bed." I say wrapping my arm around her and guiding her to her room. "You want me to stay?" I ask awkwardly. "Only if you want to." I take of my slippers and lay next to her. She moves her head onto my chest. "I um. Love you." I mutter playing with her braids. "I love you too Pope." She whispers tiredly.
