Do Not Fucking Touch Me // Reddie

Twenty Five

(Richie's POV)

I kneeled beside Eddie, who was vomiting in the toilet. I rubbed his back and tried everything I could to make him feel better. To Eddie, this was the worst sensation in the world. I felt so bad for him. I felt partially responsible, too, for suggesting that we eat from the hot dog carts lining up beside our hotel. I even paid for him. I thought it was cute. 

But now, I regretted all of that. Eddie had food poisoning. It was my fault that he was going through all of this pain. Of course I was being overdramatic. He was my baby. I hated seeing him anything but happy.

I ran my fingers through his hair and pet the top of his head. "I'm sorry, Eds."

He didn't respond. His face was pale. He still had vomit on his lip. I stood up and grabbed a towel from the rack and squatted back down to his level. As I got closer, I saw his eyes were teary. I got the puke off his lips and off his chest. He sat on the floor, clearly done throwing up for now, but not indefinitely. I stood and walked to the shower, and turned the nob to start the water. 

"What are you doing," he mumbled. I grabbed the sleeves of his shirt and pulled them up and over his head and laid it on the countertop. 

"You need to shower. It will make you feel better."

He looked dead. The worst I'd seen him. His eyes were red and full of tears, his face was pale as a ghost, he looked so weak. Every time Eddie claimed to be sick before to me was never this bad. I never got to be so close to him, care for him the way that I do, and have his pain affect me in this way.

I walked out of the bathroom to give him some privacy, and half an hour later, he walked out with just a towel on.

His uncle was passed out in his bed and Eddie walked over to me. I was laying in our bed. I wanted to sleep so badly, but I couldn't. I couldn't function properly knowing my boyfriend was sick. Especially since the shower took so long, I was even more concerned. 

"Richie?" he asked in a weak voice. The room was dim. He probably couldn't tell if I was awake or not. I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed.

"Yeah, Eds?" 

"Do you have anything I can wear to bed?"

I smiled. "Yeah of course," I jumped out of bed and immediately went for my luggage. I opened it up and tossed him a sweatshirt and boxers. 

He blushed and turned around to go back in the bathroom and change. After a minute or two, I heard the light click off and the door open and he joined me in bed. 

We laid about a foot apart and stared at each other. "Sorry in advance if I throw up on you," he joked.

I giggled. "I'll still love you, Eddie."

He shut his eyes and snuggled into my shoulder. "I love you, Richie."

(AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is so short lmao i been busy but i love writing the cute small shit)