Psycho | SEVENTEEN FF [ON HOLD]

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Authors POV:
Feeling herself being able to move physically, she slowly opens her eyes, squinting them to adjust to the lightening of the room.

Her throat was hoarse, along with her body feeling a mixture of muscle pain and exhaustion. She still felt exhausted, despite sleeping for what felt like eternity.

When her surroundings became more clear to her, she tried to sit up with the support of her arms holding on to the bed and attempting to slide her back against the headboard, however, she ended up feeling sudden pain on her upper body making her lay back down immediately.

She groaned at this, feeling the pain got slightly worse, and DK didn't fail to notice her conscious and painful state.

He looked at with his hands raised closer to her, which was indicating if he could have the consent to touch her or not.

To which she slowly nodded, making him act immediately, and helped her sit up.

"Um, how long have I been asleep?" She asks, as she awkwardly looks down at her lap.

"For an hour."

"Do you need anything? Should I get you something to eat?" He continues.

She silently shakes her head at this, genuinely not feeling hungry, but she felt a weird sort of emptiness in her stomach.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen as well as feeling her saliva being weird in her throat, making her cup her mouth.

He frowned at this.

"Oh my god, are you ok?" He asks her, noticing the sudden signs of panic and discomfort.

She rapidly shook her head, and desperately removed the duvet from herself, feeling overly hot in it, forcing herself out of the bed and running directly towards the bathroom causing the man to startle. She almost slipped on the way, due to her desperation

Once she reaches the toilet, she bends down uncovering her mouth, allowing her body to let out the throw up. DK followed her along the way without any words, wondering what was going on.

But, once he saw her condition, he wasted no time running towards her, and gently removing the dangling hair in front of her face out of the way, so it doesn't block her mouth.

The throw up stopped for a second, making both of them think it was finally done, but her body sent signals of more attempting to come out, making her cough aggressively, and let out the remaining. He patted her back as soothingly as he could, while she was doing so.

To say he was in shock was understatement, because he has never seen anyone feel more unwell than Hannah. Once she was done, her breathing went slow as well as her body finally relaxing, feeling physical relief.

DK roamed his eyes around the bathroom, until he finally noticed the cloth nearest to him. Wiping the leaking throw up around her mouth, he then checked her temperature by placing his hand on her forehead.