Husband of My Dreams

Chapter Seven

My eyes flashed open and I got out of bed, running to the bathroom and emptying out whatever was in my stomach. I groaned and sat there after everything was out, or so I though. My stomach started churning and I leaned over the toilet, emptying it more. What the hell could even be in my stomach? I barely eat.

"Roxy, are you okay?" My mom knocked on the bathroom door.

"Just fine." I sighed. When I felt better, I got up and flushed the toilet, going to the sink and brushing. I went back to my room and laid down, grabbing my phone to see if Elijah texted me. What? He's my only friend.

I smiled a bit when I saw a message. "Are you busy?" I went to respond when another text came through. "I mean, I know you said you didn't want to come to another concert for a while, but I still want to hang out with you..."

I softly giggled. "I'd love to hang, but I think I'm sick."

"Boo... Need soup or anything?"

"Neh. I'm just gonna sleep all day."

"Feel better, Rox, and sweet dreams."

"Thanks." I put my phone away and closed my eyes, falling asleep as my stomach started to churn again.

I groaned and rolled over in my bed, curling in a ball and holding my stomach. "I put a bucket by you." I looked up to see my mom, a bit blurry. "Just stay in bed all day, okay? Relax."

I nodded and grabbed the bucket, emptying my stomach. "Thanks, mom..." She nodded and walked out. I got my phone out and called Elijah.

"Are you okay?" He answered after the first ring.

"That was fast... And I just woke up from a nap."

"That doesn't answer my question. Are. You. Okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It should be gone by tonight."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

A/N: This is probably a short chapter but it was hard to write this since the sickness actually happened.