"He okay?" I asked limply hobbling into the bus.
"He's better." Louis shrugged. "I mean he could be, but. . ."
I rose a brow. "But what?"
"He's been puking blood." Eleanor whispered as she entered the room with a pail of blood.
The blood filled-took up about two inches of the pail, and was a dark crimson color. My eyes flickered between the bucket and the back door leading into the large bedroom.
"Dar?" a small voice whisper shouted.
I shakily walked into the back room to him sitting by him at bedside. His chocolate curls flattened and matted down from rolling around in pain and sleeping. He coughed turning his head in my direction.
"I don't wanna die." he whimpered.
Those words choked me up. "Hun, we're gonna do all we can to save you, okay. Now don't you go thinking nosenses like that!" I said.
"Yes 'mam." he answered to me. His head rolled to the side and is eyes clenching shut. "I'm not afraid to die though I am not ready." he spoke.
I was taken aback but his harsh words. Did he really want to loose his life.
"Sweety, don't you ever say something like that again." I bit furious that he'd be so selfish as leave us on his own account. I slowly brought his head to mine. "I love you, you know that right?"
"Mmhm, I *cough* love *cough* you, too." he weakly smiled a crooked smile.
I tried my best to smile but couldn't find myself to. I brought my cracked lips to his forehead pressing a small kiss to it that lingered for longer than it should have.
I stood up leaving him be to rest in piece alone, and attempt to survive his conditions. I came back to the front and found Perrie, Eleanor and Beth on the sofa. Perrie crying her head in her hands.
"What's wrong, Perrie?" I asked.
She removed her hands from her face a smile on it. Creepy but okay.
"I'm pregnant!"
A/N: Special announcement, Happy Birthday to my sexy stun muffin Harold "Harry" Edward Styles! My husband's twenty years old today, *sniff* it's sad he's a lot older than me now. Oh well though he's still the one of the sexiest boys-men around. Harry's gonna get some b-day sex from me, tonight! Reminder Walking Dead season four continues this February 9, so don't miss it.
#Hangingwithmyonlyfemalebuddies!!
~Kitty

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