Hostile Nature

Chapter 15: sick

Kai's POV:

I slowly push my feeble body up off the bathroom floor, dragging myself to the sink to brush my teeth, Again.

It hasn't even been three days since I went to the hospital and I haven't stopped puking since. I feel everything the doctor told me I would, only it seems to get worse by the day.

Jessi says the medicine makes you feel like you have the flu or something, but I've never had the damn flu. The only kind of sick I ever get is a minor cold. This is a big change.

My head is constantly pounding and I'm so tired, but I can't seem to sleep unless Kian is with me. His warmth makes my coldness go away and his unexpected kisses to the side of my head eases the pain. But he had to go into work today.

Usually he stays and writes on his laptop but twice a week he goes in to talk with his boss or meetings. I don't even know .

I turn the shower on, watching as the steam immediately fills the bathroom , Hopping that the hot water will get me warm and tired enough to sleep.

Kian's POV:

"Hey" Jc says as I walk in, Jessie next to him on the couch.

"Hey" I walk to the kitchen and hang my keys up. "How is she?"

"She was in the shower when I got home, not to long ago." Jessie says.

"She's been throwing up all day and she's barely slept." JC informs me.

I sigh and walk towards the stairs. "Are you sure the medicine is fucking working because it seems like she's just getting worse."

"Yes its working. The medicine is getting rid of her blood clot, the sickness and everything is just the side effects." Jessie says but I'm already half way up the stairs.
I go to my room and change before going to Kai's room.
I push her door open and I hear the shower running. I lightly knock on the door before walking in. The small room is filled with steam so I leave the door open.She pulls back the shower curtain , only her head being shown. I can tell she wasn't all the way under the water because her hair and her pale face is dry. Her tired eyes slightly glimmer when she see's me.

"Hey" her voice is rough.

I walk to her and kiss her cheek. "How you feeling?"

She shuts the curtain before I hear the shower turn off. "Worse. If that's even possible."

I hate seeing her so fucking sick. And if she wasn't we would be arguing about how I'm right about her always being fucking hurt. Because now look at her.

She reaches her hand out and grabs the towel off the counter. "Clothes?" I ask her, going back into her room.

"Just grab something." I open her underwear drawer and grab a pair of her boy shorts . Then I grab one of my shirts that lay on her dresser.

"Here." I set the clothes down on the counter and shut the door behind me after hearing a faint thank you.

I take my shirt off, leaving me in my sweatpants. All damn day I've been thinking about just laying in bed with her, sick or not. I'm fucking stressed out from work today. Fucking annoying ass people that have no clue what their doing but somehow never get fired. I've been trying to get my boss to let me write more then five paragraphs a week and about shit that actually makes since. He always picks stupid shit for me to write about.

I run my hands through my hair and sit in the chair next to her bed and close my eyes until I hear the bathroom door open.

If she wasn't sick, I would fucking attack her. Especially after the fucking day I had.