Red Flag

Chapter thirty-one

There were four days left before they left to Florida, the weather kept getting nicer as the days went by, it had been sunny and rather warm all week so far. But Matthew's inmune system had other plans.

Matt's P.O.V

I had been feeling sick all night long, every time I rolled onto my right side a burning sensation crawled up my throat, so I wasn't sleeping as deeply as I should already. I needed to blow my nose, but the neares packet of tissues was in Ryan's purse on my desk, it's probably 4 in the morning, ain't no way I'm getting out of bed for that.

I sat up carefully on the bed, a huge burp coming in, I hate heart burn so fucking much. I grabbed the half empty water bottle from my night stand and took a swig, it's not like it would help but the cool feeling of the water going down against the burning sensation coming up was a nice contrast.

Lying back down I tried to go back to sleep. I started dreaming, a weird dream, I'm not scared of clowns but, as I dreamed of playing something between tag and hide and seek with It, Richie, Eddie and Bill, shivers ran up my back and I woke up breathing heavily with my heart racing.

Once again I rolled onto my right side, hello heart burn so I rolled onto my left side, where I was met with my beautiful girlfriend's hair and back as she was slumped, facing the wall next to my bed.

It was getting hot here in L.A so the a.c was on, she was cuddled up into the left side of the bed and at the same time sprawled all over it. Part of the t-shirt she wears as a payama was lifted, exposing her butt. Her arms and hands were all over her head and the only part of her body that was left under the bed sheets were her feet, obviously.

Reaching my right hand out I intertwined our fingers and she pulled both our hands up to her chest, inhaling deeply I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep, the heart burn now mildly under control.

I started gaining consciousness as the sun crept into my room from under my blinds, bouncing off the wall onto the top edge of my bed, I smiled as Ryan, who's lacking on vitamin D at the moment, reached the inner side of her left arm out into the sunlight while still sleeping. Probably 20 minutes went by until my bladder woke me up.

Reluctantly I checked the time, 9:27. My second alarm goes off at 9:30, three minutes. Three. Damn. Minutes! I pulled my forearm out of Ryan's hold and walked to the bathroom, feeling like a zombie. While I was peeing I stared at the wall in front of me, I just want to sleep. When I was washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror, I don't understand anything right now.

Soaking my hand in cold water, I rubbed my eyes to wake up a little bit and ran my wet hand over my mouth and it's surroundings, wiping off the dry saliva stuck to the corners of my face.

Walking back into my room, I rummaged through Ryan's purse and pulled out the tissue packet. I tried to blow my nose as quietly as possible, but it didn't work.

"Oh, baby." She said, sitting up on the bed "you look like shit" she told me.

"..Sorry.." I said after a belch left my mouth before I could stop it.

"Heart burn?" She asked and I nodded, pressing my fist to my mouth so the incoming explosion would be internal.

Ryan's P.O.V

"I feel like shit" he turned to me with a sad face, he sounded like he was sick.

He sat down on his side of the bed, used tissue in hand, as he stared at the floor.

"I'll get you the thermometer and check what we have in the cabinet" I told him, leaning on his shoulder gently and running my fingers through his hair.