The Morning

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Mikasas POV

I woke up with Jean still hugging me. I felt sore, but satisfied. I felt sick, and without warning I vomited all over the floor. My head was killing.
"Fuck my life..." I accidentally muttered. I heard him wake up with a groan.
"Mikasa what the-" His words were cut short by seeing the vomit on the floor. He quickly jumped up from the bed to check the bin.
"What the fuck are you doing? You look weird... But weird in an adorable way." I groaned as I vomited again.
"Mikasa stop trying to be cute for a damn second." He snapped at me, which was something unusual. I clenched my fist and felt as if I was going to yell at him. I wanted to bad. I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself until I saw stress and panic of some sort stretched on his face. He was in the bin still.
"Sorry I snapped... It's just... I realised why you might be throwing up..." His voice cracked with guilt which terrified me for him.
"H...Huh?" I tilted my head with confusion.
"The damned condom split." He looked at me with seriousness and I felt my world go cold. What the fuck was I meant to do....

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