Sweetheart- Elizabeth Olsen X Daughter

"I Don't Think You're Fine, Sweetie"

TW: VOMITING

Pov Eileen

Today, Ava feels really better. She's still mad with me, but better. On the other hand, I feel like crap. For the whole night, I couldn't stop shivering, and my throat felt sore.

"You feel good enough for school today?" I ask Ava, but she just ignores me and mumbles 'school'

Well, her being sick didn't last long, at least.
We dress up for school, all of us, I won't skip school today, I want to at least sleep in class or something.

As soon as we get to the primary school, Ava runs to her friends without saying bye. I'm not gonna lie. It kinda hurts, but my ego is as big as hers.

"Do you feel fine?" Anthony asks me, tilting his head to the side.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I smile. He seems to buy it, saying bye and making his way to the school.

Then, I start making my own way to mine.

"Hey, Martin. What do you think about a blunt?" Milo grinned at me when I got in the first class. "I saw I homeless like man selling a bunch of those. We could just take it, though. He's probably high enough not to notice us." He chuckles, and I roll my eyes.

"Why do you want to steal a most likely used blunt, anyways?" I ask him, laying my head in my hands while I sit down in the back of the class.

"Because it's fun. I could show you. And I think you need something to relax, don't you?" I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, not feeling like talking.

"Sure, maybe tomorrow after school." I mumble, and I can see him smiling proudly.

I sleep through most of the classes. Good thing that today everyone came, so the teachers had more to care about than someone sleeping. Now, though, I have to go to set. Today, it's the first table read. And for my luck, after yesterday's events, it's with Elizabeth and Scarlett.

I grab my backpack and start walking to the studio. Today, for some reason, my legs are sore, and I can barely walk, so my way to there is taking way longer than it should.

When I entered the building, I went to the room that I was told to go to, where it had a big table with a couple of chair, although only two of them were taken. Olsen and Johansson.

"Hi, Eillen. How 'you doing?" Scarlett greets me with a smile.

"I'm great, thanks." I fake smile, looking around. I noticed that Lizzie seems a bit taken aback, probably because of yesterday. "How are you two doing?" I try to keep it polite.

"We're good. Preparing for the table read. Are you nervous?" Scarlett asks me with a conforting smile plastered in her face.

"A little, yeah." I chuckle, actually telling the truth this time. They share a confident smile.

"You're gonna crush this, don't worry." Lizzie smirks, and I grin, feeling good with the compliment.

We all sit there, re-reading the script a few more times.

I know I didn't feel well this morning, but this is a whole other level. It's probably just nervousness, though.

"You good?" Elizabeth whispers at me, noticing my unquietness.

"I'm fine." I swallow it, smiling. However, I wave of nausea washes through my body.

"I don't think you're fine, sweetie."I feel a hand pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'm fine, really. I'll just go to the bathroom real quick." I excuse myself, feeling the nausea feeling gradually increasing.

When I'm out of the sight of the people on the room, I run to the closest bathroom, breaking through the door and entering the first cabin, shutting the door harshly, bit not having the time to lock it. My stomach suddenly seemed to take a turn inside my body, making my legs wobbly, causing me to kneel on the floor, facing the toilet.

The floor under me is cold, and the noises around are muffled. My eyesight is half black because of the dizziness that the nausea is giving me. I feel a horrible taste in my mouth, making me lean forward, eyes shut.

The taste and the texture inside my mouth make me want to be swallowed by the ground. I hear for afar a door being opened, but I don't really have the mind to think about anything right now. My whole body hurts. I let out a loud sob as I felt the nausea decreasing a little after the vomiting.

My surroundings are slowly starting to lose their colors and sensations when I feel something warm against my cheek. I flinch in a jump scare, not being able to make out what's in front of me.

"Shh. It's okay, angel." I sweet whisper is said against my ear. I know this voice. "Can you hear me?" She asks, but I only have the energy to nod my head slightly. "That's good. You're doing great." She spoke smoothly.

This time, though, I can't help but notice that she's not as nervous as the last time we were here.

I rub my eyes with my hand, wanting to hide my face.

Pov Lizzie

I watch as she gains energy enough to take her hand to her face, keeping it there. I frown.

"Oh, baby, it's okay. You were not feeling well." I take ger hand softly, rubbing my thumb against her skin.

She shooks her head, looking down.

"What do you think about calling your mum to pick you up?" I try to comfort her, but she doesn't say anything, just shakes her head again. "That's okay. How about we get to the trailers? We can explain it to Anthony and Joe later." I assure her. I see a tear roll down her cheek as she reluctantly nods, without seeming to find a better option.

I help her get up, making sure she's strong enough to stand, then flushing the toilet. I lead her to the sink, where she takes a hand full of water and splashes in her face and mouth. All of this while I soothed her back.

Putting my arms over her shoulders, I lead her to the trailer park, where I try to find my trailer. As soon as I find it, I lead the girl to it. She mumbles something under her breath, but I can't listen.

"Sweetie, can you repeat it, please? I couldn't hear you." I asks her, keeping my voice low and smooth

"I'm sorry. I won't bother you like this again." She weeps in a quiet voice, turning her face to the other side.

"Hey, it's okay. I want to help you." I assure her, playing with her hair. "You're a special kid. I know it. You don't do it on purpose. It's not your fault."

She looks at me helpless, and I can see in her watery eyes the fear and pain inside her. I know she didn't talk like that on purpose yesterday; she's just held the pain for too long, and now that she's vulnerable and sick, it's coming to the skin.

"It's gonna be okay, sweetheart. I promise. I'll help you." I smile at her, feeling some tears filling my eyes as I look at the defenseless teen.

A/n
Two chapters in a day, huh. Tell me what you guys think about it.
Some fluff coming ahead, I must let you know.
Hope ya'll are liking the story, and I ask you to vote and comment your thoughts.

Bye, hope you're okay!