Heartsick//Romance☃︎

5

Rania POV:

I suddenly feel sick.I'm not sure if it's from this horrible food here or the musty atmosphere of this place, but I leaned over the side of my bed and vomited uncontrollably before I could help it. I could feel the hot bitter vomit surging out of my throat and onto the freshly-cleaned mint green carpet that sort of reminded me of the colour of medicine and how awful this place really was. At this point I couldn't stop and even the boy who was always in a never-ending rotten mood turned over to stare at me ,like i was a crazy animal that had just escaped from the zoo. But to my surprise instead of ignoring me or possibly throwing up as well (understandable , I would have too.) he got up and ushered me to the restroom. He gently wiped the vomit from my mouth with a damp washcloth. "You'd better stay here while I call the attendant for help." He whispered in a hushed voice.Was that empathyI caught in his voice? I pushed that silly thought away as I steadily made my way over to the toilet to blow some more chunks. While I was in the middle of throwing up until my stomach hurt, an attendant burst in. She scribbled something briefly on her clipboard and left me to it  and went over to my bed. I couldn't see what she was doing tough as the  bathroom door was 3/4 closed.

After around half an hour, the vomiting finally stopped. My lungs hurt and there was a large  mass of  a mixture of blood and vomit  on the toilet seat rim that was once pristine clean.I slumped on the cold tile floors and passed out for a bit.

I woke up to see the boy holding his hand over my forehead to keep a  cool-damp washcloth in place. Just then I heard a beeping and the boy shut off a timer  swiftly on his watch."I hope you're feeling better, my mom would do this to  help me and my sister whenever we had pneumonia." 

"Pneumonia?!" I screeched a little too loud. Just then the boy leaned in very close to me, so close that our noses almost touched .He then whispered in my ear a little agitated" Try to remain calm, panic may cause you to-" Just then I vomited again and this time I vomited all over the boy. His nightgown was completely drenched in my vomit. "I'm so sorry" I tried to sputter out the words but they just wouldn't come out. Instead, I vomited again on the poor boy. This was so embarrassing!

After I was finished vomiting, he helped me return back to my bed and for the first time, the hospital beds felt cozy and I just wanted to snuggle in the crisp- clean sheets forever. 

I glanced over at the boy and began to look at him in a new light. Maybe he's not as bad as  thought. I decided. This time when I looked over at him he looked different. I could see the softness of his face. The birthmark on the right side of his chin and the warmth in his cool grey eyes. If it weren't for the uncanniness of it all, I would have almost believed I was in love. Almost.