~.✧ Love finds a story in everyone. ✧.~
This book includes one shots, short stories, and bonus features for the Austoraverse stories: Austora and Ethira. I hope you enjoy them :D
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A/N I hope maybe this one brings a bit of hope to you guys? Can't promise that it's happy but it's at least a little better than the last one. Also this is a little under a year after the last one took place
(Part 3 of 4 in this series - I'm going to start stating at the beginning of the one shot if it is a series or not so that it's a little easier to read them in order and things XD)
I groaned, scrambling to throw the sheets off of my legs and get out of bed. Still half asleep, I stumbled to the bathroom and barely made it before I was hurling up my dinner from the night before. My eyes watered and a cold sweat broke out all over my body.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I panted, trying to catch my breath from the excursion of throwing up. My middle hurt and my body shook from the effort. I waited, wondering if the rolling nausea overwhelming me would cause another bout.
A couple seconds later, it did.
In the middle of the episode, I felt hands sweep away my hair from my face and gently rub my back. I couldn't understand him, but he spoke gentle, soothing words to me as I continued to expel the contents of my stomach.
Soon, I was only dry heaving and it took a very long time, but it passed too. I tried to regain my breathing but I knew it would take a while. I hadn't thrown up that bad in a long time.
Another round of rolling entered my stomach, but not because of being sick.
Leaning back, I accepted the towel Varien held out to me and wiped at my mouth with a small groan. He sat crouched before me, his brows furrowed in concern as he ran his thumb along my arm comfortingly.
"Thank you..." I barely forced out as I tried to get my weak muscles to cooperate.
"Of course. Are you feeling any better?"
I wished I could say yes, but the nausea was still trying to overpower me. I shook my head but said, "I'll be fine. Just give me a few moments."
He nodded as he sat down beside me. It took me a second, but I soon realized that he was braiding back my hair to keep it out of my face and the muck.
"What time is it?" I whispered, having been too focused on other things to look before.
"A little before five in the morning."
That was half an hour before he usually got up. I cringed. "I'm sorry to wake you."
"Please don't be, love," he soothed, running his thumb along the back of my hand. "I simply don't want you feeling sick. Do I need to call a healer?"
I shook my head. Because I suspected why I was sick and I didn't want the healer confirming it. But if it was true... Fear spiked through my chest and caused my shaking to increase. And before I knew it, a true tear slicked down my face, mixing with my already watering eyes.
