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5. Maybe this isn't so bad

Jacob won the game. The stupid pillow made it impossible to set and serve.

After the game, I had tried to run away from him so I could stay downstairs for longer but that didn't last long. He caught me and tied me up in a blanket, burrito style, before he carried me upstairs. He pulled out his laptop and we've been watching romcoms and true crime documentaries since. Well, I have. He fell asleep about 15 minutes ago with his head resting on my shoulder. The credits are running but it doesn't matter, I can't move my arms, and even if they were free from the burrito, I wouldn't wake him up. He always looks attractive, but when he's sleeping, he doesn't look like the strong protective man I've gotten to know over the last 2 days, he looked so... vulnerable.

As much as I love our current position, I'm starting to feel flustered and queasy. I wiggle, careful not to wake up Jacob while also loosening the bindings that are overheating me. I hear a sigh. I look over at Jacob but he looks like he is still asleep. It must be George. I keep wrestling with the blanket. I'm sweating from the nausea. All of a sudden, the blankets finally come undone.

"Yes!" Oops. I look back at Jacob, to find him staring at me with the blanket in his hands. "Butthead! I felt so accomplished." A wave of dizziness hits me like a freight train. I scramble off the bed and run to the bathroom. I crouch next to the toilet. Warm hands meet my neck. Jacob pulled my hair into a loose ponytail.

"I'm going to call your mom and get you some medicine. Don't fall in!" He walks out as quickly as he appeared. I turn back towards the toilet. You guys don't want to hear the details of my vomiting but I can tell you one thing. It was a lot! I was dry heaving by the time Jacob came back.

"Holy shit! Hanna-Dia breath!" Jacob puts a hand on my shoulder and hands me a glass of water.

"Thank you."

"Feel better now that that's out of your system?"

"Definitely" I nod dramatically. Bad idea. My dizziness just increases even more.

"I'm sorry. Tying you up was a bad idea. I should have noticed you were getting queasy." He said. His hand feeling my forehead and neck.

"It's fine yo-"

"A-and it's already 3pm and I never made you lunch, I should have known this would happen. I'll go make you some food you just get com-"

"Jacob! It's fine, it's normal. I have vomitum semperitis, it's fine," He made a face. "What?"

"No you don't."

"What do you mean?"

"Your mom said you didn't have any underlying diseases."

"She probably didn't think it was important."

"You're probably right." For some reason I don't think Jacob actually believes that. He flushed the toilet and pulled me to my feet. "Brush your teeth."

"Yes, Sir." He disappeared back into my room. I don't know why he made such a big deal about it. It's not like I have cancer or something. I've always had it and no one's ever made a huge deal about it. I pushed those thoughts aside and stood up. I brushed my teeth and took a minute to stare at my reflection. Ok, I admit, I was not paying attention to my reflection. I was eavesdropping on Jacob.

"What do you mean it's not important? Was I supposed to give her medication this morning? What should I give her now?" He paused and ran a hand through his hair. I still don't understand why he was so worried about this.

"Ok... No... Yes, no stop. I don't think you understand..." He frowned. "Thank you. I'll let you know if I have any more concerns." He turned towards me. I quickly shifted my gaze to my face. Do I always look this dead inside? Jeez! My forehead is BREAKING out! Jacob appeared over my shoulder and wrapped one arm around my waist.