|| sequel to " to the finish line || ollie bearman" ||
angel and ollie have a perfect relationship, or at least had. when a photo appears online, their relationship ends, and the two f1 rookies split their separate ways.
angel has to survive her fir...
as soon as we got back to the hotel room, i ran from ollie straight to the bathroom. i knelt down in front of the toilet just in time as vomit came out of my mouth, non stop.
ollie immediately followed me, grabbing my hair and holding it up in one hand, whilst gently stroking my back with his other.
"oh baby." he whispers, as i finally sit up against him after being sick continuously.
"i don't think this is just a stomach bug." i say, running my hand through my hair.
"i don't either. i think you need to go to bed, try and get some sleep." ollie says, as i lean forward to be sick again.
thankfully, he grabs my hair just in time to save it from being covered in sick. i was not in the mood to wash my hair.
"i'll call reception and see if we can get a bucket, but you need to get some rest."
"no, i have things to do."
"ang, your sick."
"i know, but-"
"no buts, i will carry you to that bed if i have too. and hold you there myself." he says, and i couldn't help but smile. he truly cares for me.
"will you let me change first?"
"i'll get the clothes." he says, picking me up and gently placing me on the bed before finding me one of his t-shirts, and a pair of my shorts to wear.
"how do you feel?" he asks, after helping me change.
"really warm." i reply, before holding my stomach in pain.
"i'll get you a cold towel, but is there anything else i can get you? food, drink?"
"just you." i reply.
"are you sure you don't want to eat anything? you might just be hungry."
"no, i definitely cannot stomach anything-" i say, before rushing to the toilet once again to throw up.
"your okay, i've got you." ollie says, trying to comfort me whilst i lean over the toilet, holding onto it for support.
"do you want me to tie your hair up?" ollie asks softly.
"yeah." i say, nodding my head slightly.
ollie ties my hair up using a hair tie he had on his wrist, before leaving me leant against the wall to call for a bucket.
i had truly never felt more sick in my life. i was going over everything that had happened during the day, trying to figure out what had given me this illness, but i truly couldn't think.
"okay, there's a bucket on the way. do you want to stay here for now?" he asks, and i nod.
"you should drink something, maybe your dehydrated." ollie says, handing me a glass of water as i thank him and take a sip.
"are you still warm?" he asks.
"sort of, it's like i'm sweating... but i'm also freezing."
"maybe you need to get some sleep."
"but not if i keep throwing up."
"okay... well, keep drinking water. and do you think you could try to eat something?"
"no, not right now. god how am i going to race tomorrow." i groan.
"you aren't seriously thinking about racing tomorrow."
"i have too, i can't just miss a race because of a little sick." i say, before getting up and running to the toilet again.
"a little sick, hm?" he says, gently stroking my back to comfort me.
"im sure i'll be fine in the morning." i say, as there is a knock at the door.
not too long later, ollie return with the bucket and puts it beside the bed, before carrying me and placing me in the bed under the blanket.
"ol, are you sure you don't want to sleep somewhere else, i could be contagious."
"what, no. of course not."
during the night, i barely got any sleep. i was being sick all night which stopped me from falling asleep. not to mention the cold sweats. i was freezing cold, yet sweating the whole time. i didnt have any energy, yet couldn't fall asleep. so i spent the whole night staring at the wall, or ceiling whilst trying to throw up as quietly as possible so ollie could sleep until he finally woke up the next morning.
"how are you feeling?" he asks quietly.
"terrible, i haven't stopped being sick all night. even after you fell asleep."
"ang..." he says, pulling me into his chest.
"did you manage to sleep at all?" he asks, stroking my back gently.
"no... do i still have a fever?"
"a little, its gone down from last night though."
"that's good then."
"maybe you need to eat something?"
"i'll try when we get to the track." i say.
"ang you really shouldn't go to the track today. you need to stay here."
"no, i can't let my team down."
"but your sick."
"it's been a little less consistent now. i'll be fine ollie."
"okay, but you still need to tell jules and get a doctor to check you before the race."
"i will, don't worry. i'm gonna have a shower." i say, kissing ollie before slowly getting up and walking to the shower.
at first, my eyesight went black but slowly faded back to normal as i reached the bathroom. i turned on the shower, to the maximum pressure to hide the sound of me being sick. i hated seeing ollie worry for me like this.
once i was showered, i tied my hair back in a ponytail and put on some mascara and concealer to hide the darkness under my eyes from my lack of sleep before changing into a very simple outfit.
(outfit below)
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"are you sure you want to do this?" ollie asks as we were about to leave.
"ollie, i'm okay. really." i say, giving him a reassuring smile.
i am in fact not okay. i'm holding down sick every half hour, i feel so faint, im tired, im paler than a ghost, im colder than the arctic yet warmer than the sun. all i want to do is climb back in bed and sleep. but i have a race to do.
