(Warning: minor swearing)
Chapa's POV:
A few days ago, Mika and I decided to not carry on with our boot modeling gig. The reason for this is because there are only so many poses someone can do with a pair of boots, so when we told the model workers we wanted to quit, they were understanding. They wished us luck with anything that came next, and that was the last we ever saw of them. A few days later, something different happened, something that has never happened before: I got sick. I have never ever gotten sick in my whole life, and I didn't like it. I had a bad headache, I got chills and hot flashes at the same time (I'm not sure if that's even possible), and I had to vomit every so often. The only good thing about being sick is that Mika took the day off to take care of me. I was a little worried at first, because I didn't wanna end up getting her sick, but she assured me that she won't get sick. I'm so happy to have her; my sweet girl. Right now, it's dark outside, I'm lying in my bed (forgot to mention that they had another bed moved in for Chapa to sleep on), and Mika is currently making me something to help me feel better. A few minutes later, she comes in with some soup (I'm too lazy to say what kind it is).
Mika: "I've got something that'll help you."
She sets the soup in front of me as I slowly stood up while trying not to make my headache worse. I take the spoon, "dunk" it in the soup, and I lift it up to my mouth, and it felt good when it went down my throat.
Me: "Thank you so much, I needed this."
Mika: "I'm just happy to be here with you."
I smile as I take another spoonful of soup and put it in my mouth, and each "round" felt seemingly better than the last. As I'm eating, I see Mika smiling while looking at me.
Me: "What?"
Mika: *giggling* "Nothing, it's just...you're so pretty."
Me: *chuckles* "You say that even though I look like shit?"
Mika: "You always look pretty no matter the case."
Me: "Aww, I'd kiss you right now if I wasn't sick."
Mika: *giggles* "Don't worry, you'll feel better soon."
Me: "I hope so, this has never happened before."
As I'm finishing the soup, I feel my stomach start to basically turn inside out, so I set the soup down, rush to the bathroom, I make it to the toilet, and pretty much every last inch of soup I ate leaves my stomach through my mouth. I feel Mika rub my back as she holds back my hair so that it wouldn't get covered in my vomit. My eyes are watering as the last of it escapes through my mouth.
Me: "God, that tastes like shit."
I close the toilet and flush it, I didn't wanna see what was inside or else I'd probably vomit again.
Mika's POV:
I was by Chapa's side the whole time she was vomiting basically everything she just had. It makes me sad to see her like this, and I really hope she gets better soon. When Chapa was done, she closed and flushed the toilet as she slowly stood up, but then, she collapsed into my arms; she was exhausted. I slowly picked her up and carried her bridal style to our room. I carefully placed her on her bed, tucked her in, and I kiss her forehead before making my way over to my bed and turning out the lights. I take one last look at Chapa before drifting off to sleep.
(Hey, hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Sorry if it's a bit shorter, but other than that, next chapter will come soon!)
