the three of us {chim}

Piece 47

Camille's POV

I woke up this morning all groggy. I didn't feel very well, I was sniffling, coughing, sneezing.
What the hell is wrong with me?

I got out of bed, thanking god I didn't have a headache. I walked into my ensuite, looking down at the hardwood floor.

"Agh!" I looked up, noticing I had walked straight into the door frame. I lifted my hand to my head and looked at my hand, no blood. What has gotten into me?

I walked into the ensuite, without hitting my head this time. I took a quick shower and didn't feel any better.

I started coughing again, my throat is absolutely killing me. I took an ibuprofen to try to release the pain. I looked in the mirror of the wardrobe, I'm ghostly white in the face. I look so poorly.

"Ach-oo! Ach-oo!" I sneezed non-stop whilst rummaging through the clothes in my wardrobe. I put on some gray soft trousers and a sports bra with a random, loose vest top. I threw my hair into a loose ponytail and didn't even think about makeup.

I walked down the stairs slowly, I couldn't be bothered. I heard Mum and Mam in the kitchen and didn't even know if I felt like talking.

"Ach-oo! Ach-oo!" I sneezed and sniffled for what feels like the millionth time this morning.

"Good Morning, to you too." I startled Mam with my loud sneezes.

"Morning." My raspy, sore-throated words came out. I got concerned looks from both of them.

"Hey, sweetheart. You alright?" Mum asked me with a worried look. It's just a cold, for Christ's sake.

"Not feeling good is all." Once those words came out of my mouth, Mam rushed over to me.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the doctors? C'mon, I'll take you back up to bed." She was frantically feeling my forehead, holding my face in her hands, looking at my sick state.

"I'm fine, really. Just need some rest." I said as Mam picked me up like a little kid and softly walked back up to my room. I curled up into her warmth, hiding my face in the crook of her neck. My legs wrapped around her waist and my arms hooked around her neck. 

She placed me in my bed, tucking the duvet just below my shoulders.

"If you need anything, just tell us. I'll be right here." I watched as Mam climbed under the covers and pulled me into her arms.

"You're going to get sick." She giggled at my concern for her. She's been going into the studio a lot and the last thing she needs is to lose her voice.

"Then we'll be sick together. I've never gotten to hold you when you were sick as a kid. I want to make up for everything I've missed." She sweetly said, looking down at me.  With each word, she was healing my sickness. Not my physical cold, but the sickness of my lost childhood.

"Want to watch something?" She spoke up again and I nodded.  She turned on the telly in my room and flicked through the channels.  I stopped her from flicking when she passed Loose Women.

"Loose Women, really?" She seemed shocked as she looked down at my face on her chest.  I just nodded as she giggled.

"Which ones your favorite?" She asked me, telling me that she loves the show too.

"I like Colleen, but Janet's funny.  But, sometimes Stacey can be funny too." I said to Mam in my raspy voice, making her giggle.

"I like Colleen too." Mam said as she looked at me with amusement.  I gave her my best laughs as I watched her silly facial expressions when the women talked about certain things.