We MaDe It

31.

"Eurgh!" Harry retched loudly.

He was on his knees head dipped low in the toilet his hands grasping the toilet seat for dear life. A hair clip at the top of his head was keeping his hair place.

Day 7 and last day of chemo, its after effects hit him like a train. He woke up at 0500, rather was awoken by a rumbling twisted knot in his stomach, he hardly had time to inhale and take a deep breath and had to bolt to the toilet or risk throwing up in bed.

It was now 0800. Meaning three hours later, he was still at it. He's taken based on the toilet floor and not left, as every time he tried to stand up he would puke some more. But he's vomited all contents on his stomach all was left were dry heaves and retching. Somehow those were worse than actual vomiting he felt.

This was just the beginning of the day. The seventh and last day of chemo haven't happened yet. He still have to go to hospital to have it. His appointment was at two.

He groaned sitting back on his knees snatching a toilet paper from its holder to wipe his mouth then threw it down the toilet before flushing. He was so exhausted he rested his face on the toilet seat. He didn't care. It was his toilet.

"Haz?" Zayn came in with a glass full of ice cubes and sat cross legged on the floor facing him. "I've got ice."

Harry had asked for him to get the ice. It didn't help relieve sickness, he sucks on it for hydration opposed to drinking water which comes up not a second less after going down.

"Mouthwash please?" Harry asked wanting to rinse his mouth first.

Zayn placed the glass on the floor, and reached over to the mouthwash sat on the sink. Harry lowered his gaze taking a look as Zayn's pyjama top rode showing skin. He was ill not blind.

However what he saw made him frown. Zayn's waist had shrunk, the pelvis bone more defined and visibly protruding than usual. Zayn hardly puts on weight also it didn't take much for it to drop quickly and becomes noticeably thin.

Zayn had the flu, but Harry knew that wasn't what had taken a toll of his husband's weight but the fight with Louis. Things that were said can't be taken back and he knew they would be playing on Zayn's mind like they have been playing on his.

Most things Louis said, he disregarded immediately as Harry knows them not to be true. Weighing on him was the fact Zayn took an overdose because of him. He would forever feel guilt about that. What hurt more was Louis saying Zayn was a friend to no one when in actual fact is a good friend especially to Louis. 

"Haz, you alright?" Zayn frowned seeing him zoned out and staring blankly in space.

Harry gave him a weak smile, lifting his head up off the toilet seat. "I'm trying to fool my mind not to think about puking."

Zayn opened the mouthwash, poured some on its cap and held it out for him. "Judging by that grimace on your face I'd take it your mind isn't fooled."

"No." Harry groaned taking the cap with mouthwash from him. He emptied its contents into his mouth, swished the cool mint liquid around his mouth few seconds then gargled before spitting it out in the toilet.

He was feeling grotty, there were trickles of sweat on his forehead and neck, he sat down back on the floor leaning against the wall legs outstretched infront of him.

Zayn grabbed a towel, then straddled Harry's hips, used it to wipe Harry's mouth, face and neck before taking an ice tube and brought it to Harry's dry lips moistening them before asking him to suck.

Harry didn't suck the ice but chewed on it, making crunching sounds. He leaned forward resting his head on Zayn's shoulder, his eyes barely opened.

"Is this okay?" Zayn stroked him gently onto the back in up and down motions. Harry's body was sensitive to touch.