Closer (Ross Lynch Story)

You Make Me Sick

I wasn't sick much as a kid, however as I got older I started spending more days sick in bed. But throwing up was always rare for me. If I did I would only do it once. I'd throw up and sleep the rest of the day, and I'd feel fine within the next day or two. I'd give anything to be back there. With all of those miserable times I spent leaning over the toilet, all of the stomach aches and head aches that would sometimes last for days, with all of the agony I've felt in my life from being sick, never in my life had I experienced agony like when I got hit with morning sickness.

I woke up to my stomach turning, I thought it was nothing at first. But I was sadly mistaken. Nausea hit me like a god damn truck. Anything and everything in my stomach just came rushing up in my throat. I jumped up from bed and ran to the bathroom. I fell to my knees in front of the toilet and everything just came out. I took my hair in my hands messily, not that it wasn't already covered in puke, and attempted to hold it back behind my head.

It seemed to never end, but once it finally did I heard my phone ring. I groaned loudly before standing and rushing to get my phone. I didn't bother to look at it as I answered and made my way back to the bathroom. I knew that wasn't all of it.

"Hello?"

"So you are alive?" I recognized Rocky's voice,"So you just decided to abandon me?" I could hear the humor in his tone, but I was still confused. I looked at my phone to see the date, Thursday.

I sighed,"I'm sorry I slept in this morning."

Every Thursday for the last year and a half, Rocky and I always met for coffee before he went to work at the studio. We didn't see each other every day. Being a writer allowed me to work on my own schedule with rare deadlines. We were both busy but Rocky had more actual places to be. So we made it a point to get together at least once a week to catch up. This was the first morning I missed, and I couldn't even tell him why.

"You good? You sound weird." He said.

I nodded without realizing he couldn't see me,"Yeah I'm just a little sick."

"Oh, you alright? You need anything?"

I could hear voices in the background and I knew he was at work. I couldn't help but smile at how he cared,"No I'll be okay I think I just need to sleep it off."

"You sure?" He asked,"Em I can come check on you?"

I shook my head,"Seriously I'm okay, don't worry about me." I tried to assure him.

"Okay, I'll see you later, Feel better, kiddo." He said.

"Thanks." I said before hanging up. I sighed and put my phone down on the counter. It bothered me that I couldn't talk to Rocky about this, in fact I couldn't talk to anyone. No one knew, but we wanted it that way. At least for now. It wouldn't be long before we told people though, I mean it wouldn't be easy to hide much longer anyway.

I spent the first half of my afternoon sitting on the bathroom floor, I was afraid to get up because I thought I would throw up the second I sat down. I was overall miserable. I wasn't just sick, I had morning sickness. I felt like anything I would normally do had to be done differently, and not the obvious things, the normal things. Like this, for example. I couldn't just rest off the stomach ache and sip on some water and eat crackers, I felt like I had no choice but to sit here and wait to throw up my intestines. I didn't know how to handle anything. I felt so stupid.

I heard a knock at the door and I rolled my eyes. I stood slowly and made my way out of the bathroom. I sighed and wiped my mouth quickly, just as a precaution, before opening the door. I came face to face with Ross.

I sighed, not really meaning to sound as displeased as I did.

"Hello to you too." He smiled a little sadly,"Rocky said you were sick and, obviously knowing more than he does, I thought it might be-"

I cut him off by running to the bathroom again. I knew where he was going and just saying the phrase to myself sent nausea through me once again. I heard Ross following as I went back on my knees and started to vomit for the 3rd time that day.

I went to grab my hair and hold it back like I had been when he stopped me.

"It's alright..." he took my hair in one hand while his other rubbed my back slowly. Which did sooth the pain a little.

I finally felt it subside, for the time being, and moved away from the toilet.

"You okay?" He asked as he released my hair, his hand moving down my arm a little.

"For now, I think." I said miserably.

He took my hand,"Come here," he said, and he helped me up off of the floor,"Try to lay down."

He stayed behind me as I walked back to my bed and waited as I tried to get comfortable before sitting on the edge of the bed and making sure I was covered with the blanket. I started to get into a semi-comfortable position. He moved away for a few quick seconds to grab the trash can in the corner of the room and place it on the floor next to me, I felt stupid for not thinking of that myself.

"Need anything?" He asked.

I shook my head and closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and felt him move closer slightly.

"You didn't have to come,"I said with my eyes still closed.

He was quiet for a few moments,"I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

I can't believe I'm saying it, but I actually started to feel bad. I can say a lot about Ross, like the fact that the only thing that made me more sick than morning sickness was him, but right now it would be extremely wrong of me to deny that he was being nice. He was making an effort to be nice and to be honest I felt better with his company at times.