Never Let IT Die

Maybe, Just Maybe...

Cookie awoke, and felt an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as she jumped from her bed and hurriedly bolted to her bathroom. Lucious arose slowly, woken from the impact of someone jumping off the bed, and ran to the bathroom when he heard her throwing up, and he hurried to sweep her hair back, before she got anything on it, her breathing coming out ragged and uneven as she continued to vomit. "Baby, you feeling OK?" He said, his voice full of concern, once she had stopped. She pursed her lips as she wiped her mouth, and moved over to the sink, to clean herself up. "Lucious, if that looks like it's OK, then the Sun is grey..." She said, shaking her head as she started to brush her teeth. "Cookie, you know what I mean... What's wrong wit you, babe?" "I don't know..." She tried to get out as she gargled mouthwash. "It must have been something I ate, yesterday..." She finished as she spit out the strong acid. "Well, I still wanna take you to a doctor later on, just in case." Cookie looked at him, wide eyed. "Baby, you know I hate them damn doctors... They always find something else wrong with you then whatever you came for..." Lucious shook his head, and grinned. This was the Cookie he missed... The one that was afraid to go to doctors, unless he held her hand and stayed in every room with her. The one that called him baby without even realizing it... The one who held his heart.... All this time away, had altered her, but now that they were back together and by each other's side, well, she was coming back... Now, his Cookie Monster was always perfect, before AND after she got out... The Cookie before jail was a softer side, not saying she was SOFT, no, not at all, but she was willing to do anything for him at his command. But THIS Cookie, oh, this one was different! Yeah, she still was ride or die for him, but she was harder and stronger... And freakier, might he say. And to be honest? He LOVED IT! He cleared his throat and began. "OK, what if I call my private doctor and have him come over... Hell, you might be coming down with something!" He said, but secretly, he knew what he HOPED was wrong. "I guess, what about... 4:30, later on today, at your house, yeah?" She said, walking back into the room and laying out her clothes. "Yeah, sure." He said, and while she ran their shower, he prayed to God (which was something he DAMN SURE didn't do often...) that maybe, JUST maybe, that what he had been hoping for, would come true..............