into the deep [m.f]

[7]

(Y/n) P.O.V
I wake up the next morning to a wave of nausea and bloody coughing. Lovely.
"(Y/n), I have to go, we need food and supplies for you." Mark combs his fingers through my hair. I hesitantly let go of the man's torso as he helps me back down the ladder an into the bed.
"Hey (Y/n)?" Mark calls on his way out the door.
"Yeah Mark?" I look at the brown haired man whom was leaving the two room building.
"I like-e yo-ou." He stutters, leaving the building immediately afterwards. I blush as I have the same feeling for the brown eyed man. I didn't have much time to comprehend what he just said because a wave of nausea washed over me. With a heavy sigh, I make my foot drag the trash can over to the side of the bed. What the hell do I do now, I'm useless and I'm just a burden. I think, slowly getting up to climb upstairs. After reaching the top of the ladder, I look around at all the clutter in the room. Grabbing a few things, I walk over toward the small crafting thing and make a couple of cabinets to store some things in. Since a lot of materials were already used up, I only had to make 4 cabinets. I organized the materials by type of material, like metals and plants. As I organized more, the cabinets became sort of filled by the materials since there were few items that Mark managed to collect. Finishing the organization, I brushed my hands off and stood back to look at my work. I feel proud, a small grin forming on my face until another phase of nausea hit me. I speed climb down the ladder then dash to the trashcan, throwing up more into the trash. Feeling a tiny bit better after releasing my stomach acids, my body starts to feel cold. I look around, trying to find anything to keep me warm. I see my old set of clothes laying near the foot of the bed, and I change back into them. The hoodie and shirt no longer hugs my curves as I have lost quite a bit of weight from the vomit to the fact I hadn't eaten in 3 days. My waist has gotten a tad smaller, making the once-skinny jeans now normal and relaxed around my legs. I throw on the beanie to make my hair look a tad more manageable, only to make it worse. In frustration, I throw the beanie down onto the ground and sink to the floor. I run a hand through my messy hair in a crappy attempt to smooth it down. I shove me hands in my hoodie pocket to find 2 pieces of gum. I take one out of it's wrapper and start to chew on the spearmint flavored gum, hoping to make my morning breath feel less awkward. This makes my mouth feel less strange, but my head starts pounding with every bite I make into the gum. After a few more bites of attempting to drag the flavor out, the pain becomes too intense, making me spit it out into the trash can. I wonder, does he actually like someone like me? I'm pretty strange and a burden right now, I mean he's getting everything for the both of us.. I think, making me shudder internally, but since I organized upstairs, it make the gnawing suspicion reside temporarily. I stand back up, walk toward the bed, and lay down. My head looking at the ceiling, I see the strange structure Mark somehow managed to make. Speaking of the man, he starts to walk through the door, making me weakly tackle him in a hug. He chuckles and puts his arms around my waist while I lay on his chest. I look at his eyes and lean down. I closed my eyes and my lips soon collided with his. Most people say that sparks fly, fireworks explode, and even time stops. Let me tell you that when you kiss someone you love and they kiss back, you feel it all. You feel the sparks, the fireworks, and the time stopping. As my lungs couldn't hold anymore air, I break away. I smile and look at Mark who looks starstruck.
"I like you too!" I giggle