Sidemen Imagines

Sick (Simon #5)

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Leant over the toilet, wrenching up your stomach isn't the funniest thing in the world but today that was exactly was I was doing.

I grasped hold of the seat as I gulped for air, trying to stop my heaving. I'd been stuck cross legged on the freezing concrete for at least five minutes; I hated every second of it. I hate being sick, it's one of the worst feelings, just knowing how little energy you have. How hopeless you're left as you get worse until there is nothing left to give and then you still feel horrendous for a few days after being physically sick.

Whilst taking in small breathes, I looked up from the darkened pit, scanning the bathroom in hope for an escape. I knew there wasn't anything that would help but I continued anyway, pinching hold of any remaining optimism floating around. I even looked up to the plain beige ceiling, only to be disappointed to find agonising silence hanging overhead. I was soon distracted away from the ceiling however as magma started to rise again. I gasped for air, trying to delay for as long as possible. I was feeling so weak; I wanted Simon, but he still out. "Please hurry", I whispered before I was greeted with pain again.

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Why do I get sick so often? I feel like no one else gets this ill as often. I could feel a few unexpected tears trickle down me cheeks and my breathing become a little shaky. I closed my eyes trying to block everything negative out. Think happy thoughts I told myself; you're better off than others. I took deep inhales and exhales which started to help calm my tension until I felt it rise again as I felt someone's warm hand run down my back. The suddenness made my eyes strike open and my mouth fall agape as Simon was already down by my side. He continued to move his palm smoothly around my back in a circle motion stopping only once to take hold of my hair and remove it from my face, holding it loosely behind my head sweetly. I felt him fiddle his fingers through my hair and I could sense a slight smile being created across his mouth. He loved messing around with my hair and I loved him doing so, just the thought made my sorrowful lips upturn into a tiny grin which only escalated as a pair of lips touched the top of my head.

"It will be over soon, just continue being strong", Simon whispered, but the walls kept lingering onto the last part as it echoed above. I felt my melancholy gaze tilt as I rested my head onto Simon's arm for support; he accepted, cradling me caringly whilst still grasping hold of my hair.

"I hope you're right", I replied back, wishfully searching above for a comforting pair of eyes and I found them. I stared into the blue for a few seconds; Simon kept his eyes glued on me at the same time. He then moved his hand across my pale cheek soothingly, stroking my skin delicately as I breathed heavily and I felt a single tear slide down my cheek. I leant my weak head back down slightly, closed my eyes, and embraced the calm whilst I could.

About 40 minutes had now passed since I'd been imprisoned in the bathroom, but I hadn't been physically sick for about 15 minutes. Hopefully I wouldn't again. I'd relaxed aback onto Simon feeling floppy, he hadn't gotten annoyed; he'd just simply held me securely. I hadn't even noticed how long I'd been there until Simon spoke.

"Do you want to try getting up (Y/N)? You haven't been sick for a while", Simon asked gently making me realise how long he'd been here with me. I forgot how to talk but nodded my head in agreement hoping Simon had seen, but I didn't have to wait long as his arms untangled themselves from me; he still held onto me but started to stand up. I felt my energy drop almost instantly and my body felt like it could give way at any second but he was keeping me stable.

"I...I don't think I can get up", I said shakily. I tried to push my feet up from underneath me which only made my emotions churn as water fell unhelpfully from me eyes making my hands cover them. I didn't want Simon to see me like this, then I felt his grip return around my waist only this time I was moving, floating almost.

"Shhhhh... ", he whispered softly near my ear as he walked with me. I dared to peak between the gaps in my fingers to see he was taking me to bed. I fully removed my hands and placed them around Si's neck before he cautiously lowered me down. I still kept hold of him.

"Thank you", I said meaningfully and then kissed his forehead lightly. His cheeks started to turn a bright shade of red and he lowered his head but he soon looked back to me taking hold of my face in one hand. He moved his thumb back and forth across my cheek as my helpless eyes focused on him.

"Get some rest", he softly replied, then returned my kiss but made it more passionate making me smile. I unhooked my arms from his neck, placing my hands together as he tried to walk away but I kept hold of one of his hands.

"Stay with me, or at least until I fall asleep. Please" I asked weakly, keeping eye contact. He thought for a few seconds before walking back over to my side.

"Okay", he caringly replied as he tucked me in, keeping hold of my hand as I fell asleep but not before he spoke again. "You're cute when you cry", he whispered, making me smile and squeeze his hand; I then allowed my eyes to close.

Hope you enjoyed and I have a slightly different story planned for future reading soon.