* The Secrets Behind His Mask * {( H 2 O V A N O S S )} [✅]

Chapter 4: Conceal Don't Feel~

Jonathan P.O.V

Oh no, I think I have to vomit. I get up slowly then make a run for it in the general direction of where the bathroom was and quickly flipped the light switch on. I hastily rip my mask off and fumble over to the porcelain bowl, heaving and coughing as I feel bile rise in my throat. As I throw everything up I hear Evans voice, I fucking woke him up, good fucking job Delirious... good god damn job.

"Evan," I raspily plead, "I don't have my mask on."

"Jonathan, you sound so sick," I hear footsteps come closer and I turn to hear my mask slide it's way across the floor to my feet. "I won't look if you promise you'll let me help you," he bribes from just outside the door.

"No fucking peeking," I sigh as I weakly hang over the bowl.

"I won't I swear," Evan rushed to a nearby cabinet then back to me. I feel a towl find it's way to my mouth, I take it and wipe until I'm vomit free. "How are you feeling now?"

"Better," I speak, breathing heavily. I turn to see him sitting on his calves, bouncing slightly with his eyes are closed tight, what a dork.

"Here I'll go get your toothbrush and stuff," Even exclaimed, pretty much running out of the room.

I could feel the nausea dissipating and I stood, bending to pick up my mask. Weakly, I pulled it over my face as Evan returned into bathroom with my toiletries bag, holding it out blindly in front of him. "Thanks Evan...and you can look now." I say, my voice raspy from the soreness in my throat.

"No problem..." Evan said and slowly opened his chocolaty brown eyes. I grabbed my bag from his hand and set it down on the bathroom counter. I hung my head slightly, waiting for Evan to leave. "Are you sure that you're okay?" He questioned and I kept my line of sight down, not looking at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure. This happens all the time. It's no big deal really." I said, finally making eye contact with him. When I looked him in the eyes and saw that there was worry reflected on them, I remembered. I remembered that Evan wasn't someone I had just met. Evan had been my friend for years and had helped me through thick and thin and he was here for me now in this moment. But I also remembered that Even had never seen this side of me. This gross and disgusting side that I didn't want anybody to witness. I blinked, snapping from my thoughts to see an even more worried Evan. He took a step forward, reaching out but I took a step back, avoiding his hand. I wanted to shelter him from this and hide it away. "Really Evan... I'm fine. I don't want you to see me like this right now."

"But-" Evan started.

"Please..." I said, putting my wrist on his shoulder. He sighed and nodded, a slightly hurt and still very concerned look on his face.

"Sure, just... I'll be here if you need me." He said in a quiet voice and turned to leave, my handing falling from his shoulder and hanging loosely at my side. I shut the door as Evan walked out and put my back against it, slowly sliding to the floor. I pulled off my mask and tossed it aside feeling tears threaten my eyes. I knew that I was pushing Evan away but I couldn't help it. I figured that it'd be more painful for him to see my weakness then to not. From outside the door, I could hear Evan moving around, the sound of sheets rustling and the bed springs. I assumed he was going to bed and that soon, it'd be safe to go back out there. Standing up, I collected myself, wiping my face and pulling back on my mask before slowly opening the bathroom door. The sound of Evan's fake snoring told me that he was fake asleep. I moved quietly, looking over to the bed where I expected to see him but instead there was my pillow and blankets. Looking over, I saw that Evan had taken the couch so that I could sleep comfortably on the bed. I felt shitty about him doing something so nice even after I was such a crap friend and had pushed him away when he tried to help.

I let out a deep sigh and pulled back the covers of the bed, crawling between them. Taking one last look at Evan fake asleep on the couch, I rolled over and shut my eyes tight, attempting to squeak in at least another hour or two of sleep before the con.

END OF CHAPTER 4