All of Me

3

Ella

"Alaska?" I mumbled in my half sleep state, "turn it off."

All I know is that a light is shining on my face when I would much rather be sleeping. I remember why I should stick to sleeping in my own bed, where there will be no interruptions.

"Alaska," I groaned, growing angry, "turn the light off."

As seconds pass and the light remains on, anger infuses my body. "Alaska!" I yell, sitting up fast. I now realize the bedroom light is off, but it's the bathroom light mixed with the sun that's blinding my face.

"Where ar-" I got cut off mid sentence when I heard the sound of choking.

"Alaska!" I yelp, jumping from the bed in a fright. If something has happened to her while I was in the room, I'll never forgive myself. With a racing heart, I barged in her bathroom.

Alaska was on her knees, leaning over the toilet releasing the contents of her stomach. As much as I'm fighting the urge to gag, I walk over and hold her loose hair in my hands. Gross. Gross. Gross. It sounds so painful, yet I don't know why. Maybe it's because her stomach is empty.

"Are you okay?" I ask when it looks as if she might be done.

"Mhm," she mumbled, reaching up to flush the toilet, but I'm almost certain her vomit was red- blood.

I'm going to try not to overreact. Alaska vomits if she coughs too hard, gets overly anxious, laughs too hard, etc. so it's not uncommon for her to puke. But.. the blood..

"We need to get mom," my heart sank. I'm not a doctor but I know that if there was blood, it's definitely not healthy.

"No," she warned, "If you tell her she'll only worry."

"If this has to do with your tumor.." I stare at her broken state, pale to the bone. She looks weak and Alaska never looks weak. She's the strong one between the both of us.

She stood up, walked to the sink, and began to brush her teeth with lazy strokes. Now my stomach is feeling queasy from what I just witnessed. That is forever etched in my brain. She leaned over and spit out red. Her toothpaste was white.

"I'm getting-"

She shoulder checked me as she exited the bathroom. "Ella. I just drank two glasses of the fruit punch downstairs, dumbass. Now leave me alone."

We do have the juice downstairs, but she hardly ever drinks it. I think she's lying. I'm almost sure of it.

"I'm going to moms room," Alaska announced, "Would you like to join?"

"Yeah," I said, "How's your head? Did you sleep okay? Did I wake or kick-"

"My head was fine until you started talking."

I rolled my eyes at the comment. I grabbed my phone off the bedside table and without another word, I left Alaska and walked down the hallway to moms room.

"Morning, baby girl." Mom smiled, throwing the covers back so I could get in beside her. "How'd you sleep?"

"Okay," I shrugged, teeth chattering because of how frigid she keeps her room when she sleeps. I cuddle into her side, laying my head on her shoulder.

"Don't forget your dad is going to pick you up at 4," she said, as I watched her scroll through her phone.

I rose an eyebrow, "Just me?"

"Yeah, for soccer practice." She reminded me, "then he'll come back to pick up your sister and you both will stay for the weekend."

"No way." Alaska mumbled, appearing in the doorway.