Love Syndrome - Rewritten

15.3

Brick's P.O.V

My throat felt closed off. My eyes wouldn't open. And my head was pounding. 

I could feel my body shaking, sweat beads forming on my forehead, and this overwhelming feeling of doom in my chest. Like I was about to cry and breakdown but also rage and break everything in sight. 

Yet...I couldn't move. 

There was something holding me tightly. And as I become more and more aware of being held down, my emotions only amplified. 

And then...just as fast as the feelings came, they disappeared. 

My body relaxed into what I assume was my bed and as a cool chill passed my bare arms, my eyes opened softly. 

Rubbing at them gently with the back of my hand, I stretched out my arms and legs with a big yawn before sighing and settling back into my blanket. 

When my eyes finally focused, I was confused at first because I had no idea where I was, and I was staring at the ocean. Then the memories of last night slowly came back to me. 

I hadn't blacked out like I had wanted to. 

As I remembered how the night had ended, I turned my head to the left to look over at my...lover? 

He was looking at me with concern in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed together, while leaning up on his right forearm. 

"Are you okay? What was that about?" Day quietly asked, his voice a little raspy. 

Man, his voice is so hot! I thought to myself. 

But I forced my thoughts back to the question at hand and realised that earlier it wasn't a dream. I was really feeling those things. 

But why?

...You know why. 

The voice. Why is it back? Why now, after all these years?

No I don't. Now leave me the fuck alone.

I know I must sound crazy, yelling at the thoughts inside my head. But it seemed to work and shaking myself back into reality, I was able to finally get back to Day. 

"It was nothing." I replied, looking down at the bed, my hands subconsciously clutching the blanket closer. 

Short, curt, reply. Nice. Now take the hint Day. I'm still mad so apologise. I thought to myself. 

The sass in my head almost made me smile but I forced it down. 

He accepted my answer - causing a pang of pain in my chest - and then muttered something about us getting up now so that we wouldn't be late. 

I agreed quietly but before I could even stand, nausea overcame me and I got up and ran - and I mean ran - to the toilet. 

After spilling my guts into it, I sat down next to it with my back against the bathtub. 

Once I had taken a few deep breaths, letting my head roll back, I opened my eyes to see Day standing at the door, arms crossed, while leaning on the door frame, his head almost touching the top of it. 

I would've thought it was hot, if not for the fact that he hadn't come over to help me - rub my back, hold back my hair; nothing! - and seemed emotionless except for the anger I could see bubbling in his eyes. 

It was getting easier and easier to spot that specific emotion on him. 

Raising my eyebrows up in question, too tired to actually speak, he understood what I was asking.