Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

If We Die Here

Pain. All I felt was pain. My stomach was churning despite having no food, me throwing up every other day. I could barely keep water down by now. Everything felt as though I was going to die all the time.

I could barely walk by now. I could barely do anything. The vomiting had also gone from every other day to what must have been every few hours. That meant I just stayed in the bathtub, only leaving when a boy came in, keeping my hand against the wall for support.

My mouth seemed to taste permanently of puke, my lips feeling stained. Nothing fixed it. Absolutely nothing.

Seeing as he wasn't planning on moving much either, Aris stayed with me, squeezed in the bathtub as he held me. I think even if he had all the energy in the world he still would have stayed with me.

Feeling that all too familiar burning in my throat, I pulled myself up, letting myself fall over the edge before retching. Staying behind me, he held my hair out of my face, lightly rubbing my back. I didn't say anything about the way his hands seemed to get sharper by the day, if it even was day, too thankful for my only comfort here.

“It's okay. You're okay,”He whispered, grabbing another strand of hair and pulling it back. Seeing as my ponytail tended to go over my shoulder, I was sure my hair would be absolutely awful if it wasn't for him.

“There's not even anything in my stomach,”I groaned, tears leaving me as I almost gagged at the taste. Pulling away, I leaned against the tub, covering my face.

“I know.”

He looked over at me, his face full of sympathy despite the way neither of us could really walk at this point.

“You can survive one week without water. You can survive one month without food,”I whispered.

“I don't want to feel this for another day.”

Shutting my eyes, all I could do was nod in agreement, my head spinning from the simple action.

“Aris?”

“Yeah?”

“If we die here, you’ll hold my hand, right? You’ll make it okay?”I pleaded, meeting his gaze. Slowly nodding before staring at the door, he took mine in his, lacing our fingers together.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’ll hold your hand,”He whispered.

“I love you,”I mumbled, letting my head rest on his shoulder as I found myself too drained to keep my eyes open, much less get back in that stupid bathtub.

“I love you too.”