Miss Stylinson (COMPLETED)

Chapter 23

-Penelope's P.O.V

It's been three days and I still felt like crap. I haven't been throwing up as much. Yesterday, my second day of being sick, I only got sick a few times. This morning I woke up from having to get sick, so I ran to the bathroom. I came back out and got right back into bed. I wanted to cry so bad; I just wanted this to end.

"Dad." I said even though he and Papa were still sleeping. I went over to the mini kitchen we had and opened up the fridge, pulling out the almost empty bottle of ginger ale. I knew it was kinda early, but it helped soothe my stomach and it was light enough to not make me sick again. In that case, I poured some soda in a small glass then grabbed some crackers and put them on a plate. I went over to the side of my parents' bed. The further side had the stuff my Papa bought me, so I grabbed it and went back to my bed. I took out one of the movies he got me an turned on the TV, making sure the volume wasn't too loud. I put the disk in and hit play, lying back down.

I thought today was going to be better, but within the twenty minutes I was awake, I threw up another time. So, two times in twenty minutes. This has been going on for three days, so I was getting really upset. I wiped a few tears away and tried to calm down, but I couldn't help it. I was crying silently, but a lot.  

"P-Papa?" I finally spoke up, my hands shaking lightly. "D-Daddy?" Papa's eyes opened, but Daddy's didn't. I went to stand up, but that made my stomach churn, so I sat back down.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, coming over to me without waking Daddy. 

"I-I can't stop throwing up. I'm s-starving, but I don't want to eat anything, and my f-fever I think it back up. I w-want it to stop."

"Hey." He kissed the top of my head. "You'll be alright, and in just a few days, this will all be gone. I promise you. You just have to fight through it." After he said that, he put his hand on my head. He kissed my forehead, got the thermometer and put it under my tongue. He wiped my tears that were still falling and covered me with a blanket, but I shook my head. "Too hot?" I nodded and he moved the blanket. 

"I don't understand why it's so bad." I said once he took the thermometer out. My fever was back to where it was the first day. 

"Neither do I sweetie, but you just need to rest and drink liquids."  He lied down on my bed beside me.

"No, I'll get you sick." 

"I don't care." He hugged me, and honestly, it was really comforting. I haven't let my parents come anywhere near me, besides allowing them to check my temperature. Instead of shoving my father away, I moved my head on his chest. "Better?" I just nodded. "Daddy and I have to go out today, want one of us to stay?" I just shrugged. "It's just a meeting, so I'll stay." I didn't argue against him and just stayed silent. "Also, tomorrow we're leaving to go to Nashville. It's not extremely far, but it is quite far." I groaned softly. "You'll be alright kid." I looked over to see Daddy waking up. He sat up slowly before stretching his arms above his head, and then he looked over. 

"Morning fam." He said. I managed to laugh at his ridiculousness. "How are you feeling?" I shrugged. "Any better?"

"Her fever's back to where it was the first day." Papa said, kissing my head with his arms still around me.

"It is? This sucks. I want you to feel better."

"I'm going to stay with her today. Is that okay?" Daddy nodded before standing up and coming over to me, placing his hand on my forehead. 

"Yeah, you're burning up." I grabbed my cup and took a small sip, then grabbed a cracker and nibbled on it lightly. Daddy started getting ready while Papa just lied here with me. As my dad was about to leave, he paused to say he hoped I'd get better and that he loves me. He said 'I love you' to Papa and left.