𝐂𝐑𝐘ᵃʳⁱᵃⁿᵃ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵈᵉ

fifteen

2 months ago

i huffed when i felt a cold foot press against my leg. i slowly opened my eyes and saw the still-dark bedroom, the sun not having yet risen completely.

y/n shuffled repeatedly behind me, her legs and arms sprawling everywhere and the blanket being pulled from me. i began to roll around, opening my mouth to tell her to stop moving, but before i could speak, y/n shot out of bed.

i watched her, confused out of my mind as she stumbled to the bathroom. she flicked the light on and then i heard a loud thump along with the sound of the toilet seat colliding with the tank of the toilet.

it took me a few seconds to register everything, but after a few moments, i heard the oh-so-familiar sound of retching.

"oh, shit," i cursed, throwing the blanket off of my body and shooting up just as quickly as y/n had. i slipped on my slippers and sped to the bathroom, seeing my fiancée hunched over the toilet.

i frowned, walking over to her and gathering her hair in my hands. i stood behind her on my knees, using the hair tie i had around my wrist to tie up her hair at the back of her head.

"oh baby, you're burning up," i mumbled, putting my hand on her arm and feeling the skin burn. her skin glistened with sweat and as i placed my hand on her back, i felt her shirt was damp. "holy fuck, babe. are you alright?"

y/n raised her head and huffed, shaking her head weakly. "n-no. i feel like shit." she whispered, dropping her head between her shoulders as she panted.

i almost spoke again but y/n cut me off by lunging forward and spilling her guts into the toilet again. her fingers clenched the sides of the bowl so tight that her knuckles were turning white and her arms were trembling.

i didn't know what else to do, so i rubbed her back comfortingly and held back the small pieces of hair the tie wouldn't hold back. this was the first time i've ever seen her throw up so badly, so i wasn't all that sure on what to do.

y/n let out a loud cough and pulled back again, her back pressing against me. she groaned, her hands pulling at her t-shirt. i took the silent hint and leaned back, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and helping her pull it off.

she was completely bare beneath it and her back was glistening like the skin of her arms. i wanted to pull her into me and hold her, but she was sweating like a dog, so i didn't want to make her even hotter than she probably already was.

instead, i scratched my nails against her scalp, knowing how much it calmed her down. "it's okay, baby. i'm right here." i whispered, pressing my lips to her head.

y/n let out a shaky breath and let her hand raise to flush the toilet. i continued to rake my fingers through her hair, kissing her warm shoulder. we sat there for a few minutes in silence, waiting to see if it passed.

"fuck, i hate this." y/n whispered to herself, lowering her head again. she sniffed softly, her shoulders gently bouncing as she started to cry.

"oh, honey. you don't have to cry, it's alright. i bet you've just got a stomach bug. it'll pass." i tried to comfort her, rubbing her back again, but she just kept crying. "it's okay, beautiful." i kissed her temple, feeling her wet skin against my lips.

y/n shook her head loosely, her head hung low. "no, no, it's not okay. i-i'm so sorry, ari. i'm sorry, i'm sorry." she cried, her voice weak and broken.