The Beautifully Reckless

Chapter Seven

Mila-Rose's POV

I wake up in my bed in pain. I crawl out of bed and into the bathroom. I started my period. Great. I strip down and jump into the shower. Once I'm done I put on gray cotton shorts, a bralette, a sweatshirt, some fuzzy socks and my slippers. I tie my hair in a messy bun and slip my contacts in. I also have a fever so my pain has increased dramatically. I trudge down to my kitchen and make some hot chocolate. I sip it slowly and make my way to the couch. After setting my cup on the table I flop onto couch. I grab my phone and text Logan.

MiMi 🌹:

Logan I'm in terrible pain help.

Logan the Stupid 🖤:

the time of the month?

MiMi 🌹:

I'm also running a fever. Can you bring me peanut butter, goldfish and some Tylenol?

Logan the Stupid 🖤:

Your wish will be granted soon.

I thank him and set my phone down. I sip my hot chocolate a bit and curl up into a ball on the couch. I rub my stomach in a attempt to ease the pain. I play my Why Don't We playlist off my phone. Runner  plays lightly through my speakers. I close my eyes and let sleep take over my body. I wake up to the sound of whispers and hushed laughing. A heating pad now resides peacefully on my stomach and a light blanket covers me. My head rests on someone's lap and their hands is playing with my hair. I curl deeper into the covers and make an incoherent noise. "Milly you awake?" A voice asks. The only person who call me that is Jonah. But why is he here? Didn't I text Logan?

I open my eyes slowly and I'm greeted with his face. "No I'm dead." I mumble, burying my face into the blanket. "You wouldn't have responded if you were dead." Corbyn points out. "I'm dead on the inside and it's what's on the inside that counts." I retort. The boys laugh at my comment. "Where's Logan?" I ask. "He had a meeting to attend and he didn't want to leave you alone, that's where we come in." Jack says. "You guys don't have to stay. I'm perfectly capable of wallowing in my own sorrow." I say. "Yeah but we know you feel awful so we're gonna stay." Daniel says. "You guys are so nice. It's disgusting and it makes me look bad." I say, rubbing my eyes. "Thanks Mills." Zach says. I roll my eyes and look at Jonah. "I hope you don't plan on moving for a while. I'm comfortable." I tell him. "My leg fell asleep half an hour ago. I'm good." He says.

"How long have you guys been here?" I ask. "A couple hours but we found ways to entertain ourselves." Corbyn shrugs. "That sounded sexual." I say. "Really Mills? That's gross." Jack whines. I shrug and stand up. I grab my old cup of hot chocolate and take it to the kitchen. I dump it in the sink and start to wash the cup. I wince from a cramp on my right side but keep washing the cup. I dry the cup and make more hot chocolate. After I put it in the microwave I go change my tampon. Once that's taken care off I wash my hands and make my way back to my hot chocolate. I take it out of the microwave and sip it. I lean against the counter as another wave of pain hits me. "You doing okay Mills?" Daniel calls from the living room. "Yeah I'm fine." I call back, gripping my side. I start to cough and the pain increases.

I start walking to the living room and the pain gradually increases. I stop and grab my side making it hurt even more. "Hey guys, I lied. I'm not okay." I shout, dropping my mug in pain. The glass shatters around my feet, cutting into them. I feel someone pick me up and move me away from the glass. I whimper in pain. "You're gonna be okay Milly." Jonah tells me. He sits me on the couch and I bring my legs up to my chest. The other boys come into the room with band aids and rubbing alcohol. "Mills we gotta clean the cut on your foot." Daniel tells me. I look at my foot and see a deep gash with blood spilling out. I move my foot so they can reach the gash and they start to clean it. The pain in my stomach completely overtakes my body so I don't even feel them touch my foot. Once they finish I feel the couch sink down meaning people are sitting by me.