Temporary Bliss [boyxboy]

18: Poison

Finn

The first thing I did the next morning was vomit.
My stomach had been churning all night, but I didn't want to wake Caleb so I'd just ignored it.

I was definitely paying the price now, though, leaning over the toilet bowl and clutching my stomach as I threw up everything I'd had lately.

I was trying to be as quiet as possible, because I didn't really want Caleb to know that I was puking my guts up. But I guess that I jinxed it, because a few moments later, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

I coughed slightly before I spoke, "I'm fine. I'll be right o-"

I was cut off by another clenching feeling in my stomach as I threw up again. I closed my eyes with a groan, because Caleb definitely knew now. He must've heard that.

"Let me in," he sounded tired as he knocked again.

"Caleb, I'm fine, I-"

"Finn!"

I sighed and pushed myself up off the floor and flushed the toilet before unlocking the bathroom door and letting Caleb in.
I turned to brush my teeth at the sink as he stood behind me.

"I'm taking you to a doctor," he said, and it wasn't a question, it was definitely a statement.

Like I didn't have any say in it?!

"I'm fine, it's just a stomach bug, the flu is probably the worst case scenario. I'm fine, really," I mumbled through the toothpaste in my mouth.

"I don't care, I'm taking you," he said and I gave him a pleading look through the mirror, which he ignored.

I spit out the toothpaste and washed my mouth out with some water before replying.

"Seriously, I'm fine. I hate doctors and I don't even have insurance, so-"

"Shut the fuck up and stop making excuses. I'll pay, now go get dressed."

I ran my hand over my forehead with a sigh. I really didn't have a say in it, did I?

"Fine," I gave in with a groan and went into my bedroom.
I felt a little irritated, even though I knew Caleb was just trying to help. I hated doctors more than anything, especially hospitals - good thing we weren't going to the ER.

Reluctantly I got dressed and went downstairs, still feeling my stomach churn. I could only hope that I wouldn't have to throw up into Caleb's fancy new car.

I pouted all the way to the doctor's and the whole time we were in the waiting room, but Caleb didn't show any remorse for dragging me there. He was truly heartless.

After we were done at the doctor's I didn't really feel better.

Food poisoning, really?!

"I've been telling you, tuna is gross," Caleb insisted as we walked back to the car, and I couldn't say that I disagreed with him.
Now that it had given me food poisoning, I wasn't too fond of it anymore.

"Yeah, I guess I won't be eating it any time soon."

When we got back home, I threw up again, and again and again.
I felt terrible and Caleb was looking very concerned.

"I'll be fine," I kept telling him, "It just takes a while to sweat it out. Or I guess... Vomit it out."

When I felt a little better, Caleb invited me to watch some Ancient Aliens on Netflix with him. Strangely enough, he wasn't waiting on the couch, but in his bedroom.
He patted the empty space on his bed next to him when I reluctantly entered.