Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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Jane's POV

I woke the next morning feeling like absolute shit. The muscles in my body ached and my head felt like it was swimming. Sweat was beading on my forehead but my whole body was freezing. Then a rush of nausea overcame me and I ran to grab a bucket on top of the dresser.

My stomach hurled into the can and I kneeled there with the bucket in between my knees waiting for my stomach to betray me again. My head was pounding and I knew I needed a glass of water but I didn't think I had enough strength to go and get one for myself.

But I heard Harry fiddling with stuff in the bathroom probably brushing his teeth and washing his face. Soon he came in just as I had finished getting sick again.

"Jesus..." he sighed and crouched down to hold back my hair. "You are definitely sick."

"No shit, Harry," I snapped very rudely at him and he smirked then frowned as I started gagging without anything coming up.

"Do you want water?" He asked tying my hair back into a ponytail-bun-thing at the nape of my neck.

I nodded my head and gave him a sad, wimpy smile. He left the room and I crawled back to the bed with my vomit bucket in tow. I curled into the covers sweating and freezing at the same time and placed the bucket right at the edge of the bed so all I would have to do is lean over the edge to hurl my guts out.

When Harry came back, he sat at the edge of the bed and helped me sit up to drink my water. I took small sips not wanting to upset my stomach and glanced over to see how he was handling this.

He was concerned with me and I could see it all over his face. His eyebrows creased in between them and his eyes looked me over. His large hand closest to me held my back and rubbed on me like my mother used to do for me as a child. He frowned and blinked several times probably disgusted with the puke in the bucket, but I knew he'd seen a lot worse in this world.

"Do you wanna tell me 'I told ya so'?" I chuckled trying to lighten the mood as I layed back down in the bed. He smiled and I could tell he did want to scold me about not taking care of myself these last few days, but he didn't. He sat there and took care of me.

I must have had fallen back asleep when I heard someone else come into the room. It was Ci and she had a plate of food in her hands.

"Hey girl," she frowned and sat down on the other side of the bed.

I sat up feeling the ache in my stomach still very much there. "What time is it?" I asked crossing my legs in.

"Ugh," she looked down at her watch. "2:15."

"Shit," I ran my hands over my face and felt very sick. "Where's Harry?"

"He had to go with Leslie and the new kid on a food supply run," Ciara sighed and placed the plate of food on my lap.

I burped and tasted the nasty vile in my stomach. No, no, no, I could not eat this food. Although, I knew I really needed to.

I frowned and felt like crying but I knew I was only angry at myself for putting myself in this sickly situation. If I had just dealt with my issues and stopped worrying all the damn time, I wouldn't be like this. I would be out on a run with Harry instead of sitting here feeling sorry for myself.