Healing Hearts

34 || sickness

Emmalyn ⋆｡°✩

Hangovers are awful.

There's really no better way to put it.

Waking up with a splitting headache, a dry mouth, and a stomach that's churning like crazy is about as miserable as it gets.

But you know what's even worse? Being hungover and sick at the same time.

That's exactly what happened to me and Melina this morning. We both woke up feeling like death warmed over, and it didn't take long for us to realize we were probably both coming down with the flu or something we picked up at the club last night. Now we're both stuck in bed, feeling completely miserable.

From the moment i opened my eyes, i've been dealing with this awful cough, and my nose has been so clogged that i can hardly breathe.

On top of that, i feel totally exhausted, like i could pass out any second. And then there's the nausea—this constant feeling like i'm going to throw up, but no matter how long i spent hunched over the toilet, nothing happened. It's just this awful, never-ending sense of queasiness.

After giving up on throwing up, i tried to make my way back to bed, but i was so dizzy and out of it that i nearly collapsed.

Luckily, Mateo was there. He caught me just as i was about to hit the floor, wrapping his arms around me and helping me back to bed.

He eased me down gently, making sure i was lying comfortably before letting go.

We've been trying to get the guys to leave the room all morning, but they're all being stubborn, refusing to move even an inch.

I don't want them to get sick too, so i keep insisting, "You should go. I don't want you catching this," i say, my voice coming out weak and tired.

I yawn and cover my face with my hand as Mateo makes himself more comfortable on my bed, clearly not planning to go anywhere.

"No," he says simply, shrugging like it's no big deal.

"I can take care of myself," i argue, though i know deep down he won't buy it.

"Yeah, right," he responds, a small sigh escaping him. "You've thrown up three times just this morning."

"That just means i won't throw up again," i shoot back, though my argument sounds pretty weak even to my own ears. Before i can say anything else, he places a hand over my mouth, a playful look in his eyes.

"Shush," he murmurs, and despite myself, i feel my body relaxing under his touch, even though i don't want to admit it.

He moves his hand down to take mine, and i can tell by the way his eyes widen that he's surprised at how cold my hands are.

"Your hands are freezing! And you're shaking. Let's get you back under the covers," he whispers, concern evident in his voice.

He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, and i nod silently, too tired to argue anymore.

I wrap the blanket around myself, trying to get warm, as Mateo sits beside me, refusing to leave.

Even though i wish he'd go so he doesn't get sick, i can't help but feel a little better with him there, his presence somehow comforting despite the situation. After what felt like an eternity of worry and exhaustion, i finally allowed myself to rest.