I'm Not Leaving

Part 8

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Sonny sat with his back against the locked door of Alexis guest bathroom. He could hear her being sick, but she wouldn't talk to him or let him in the door.

"Alexis, come on now. Please, let me help."

"Go away." He heard her muffled voice. He counted those two words as progress. "Please?"

"Why?"

She turned on the faucet. He thought it was to drown out the noise of her vomiting (what could only be toast and peppermint tea), to drown out his voice, but then he heard the buzz of her toothbrush. He felt the doors bump against him as she mirrored him on the other side of the door.

"Alexis?"

Sonny felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Great." He mumbled. Epiphany.

"Sonny Corinthos. How is Alexis? I wouldn't know. Why? Well, because she's in the bathroom, and I'm sitting on the floor in the hallway. She has a pretty bad headache and her nausea is back. She did take a short nap earlier."

"Why is she nauseous again?"

"Maybe she could just call my phone." He heard Alexis say.

"Maybe you could open the door."

"I didn't do anything." Sonny said into the phone. "Well, I must have done something, but I'm having a hard time getting Alexis to tell me what. She took her medicine late. It's a long story. Yes, I remember that I needed to keep the pain meds and nausea meds in her system even if she said she was fine so that she didn't have any break through pain or a sick stomach from the pain medicine. I promise. It won't happen again. We'll see you then."

"Peachy, now she's mad at me, too ... " He thumped his head against the door.

"Ow," He heard Alexis say as the impact bumped her head on the other side of the door.

"Sorry. This is ridiculous, Alexis. Just open the damn door."

Nothing.

"Epiphany is coming to check on you after her shift." He could hear her being sick again.

He heard the door shake as she once again sat against it.

He felt her fingers slip under the door grazing the skin of his wrist.

"Did you say, peachy?"

"Alexis. Open the door. You know I'll come in anyway."

Sonny was relieved when the door clicked open. She bumped it with her knuckle causing it to open only slightly, but she let him touch her. He put a soft hand on her back as he held her hair up.

"You know what's great about throwing up with chemo? When you throw up everything you eat and you have these sores all in your mouth that feel like a million paper cuts."

She sat back. Leaning on the coolness of the tub.

"Is that why you're mad? Francis had trouble finding an open pharmacy and didn't get your meds back on time?"

"No, but you should find better help."

"He feels really bad. I feel really bad."

"I bet I feel the worst, though." She replied.

Sonny nodded.

"I asked you to take the guards off of Kristina except on the weekends, and you decided to put a tracker on her phone after discussing it with Carly?"
There it was.