That Dress Won't Fit Soon

Two

It's been three weeks of Sarah being woken up from a deep sleep only to have to go and empty her guts. Some nights, Brendon sleeps through it all. Others he gets up and comforts her. One night, in particular, Sarah felt so hot that she ended up laying naked on the bathroom floor, only for Brendon to find her and laugh, but then join her naked, on the floor.

That night was like no other, Sarah bolting to the bathroom and throwing up. In the middle of two very big heaves, she heard Brendon call her name. 

"Honey..." He said as he walked into the bathroom, seeing her with only a tank top and some underwear. "This has been going on for so long, babe. I'm scared that you're really sick. I'm going to stay home tonight!" Sarah sighed. Brendon has been so excited to go out with his friends tonight, especially Spencer. They hadn't gone out in a few weeks, and that was all Brendon was talking about for about a week.

"No, you go out! If anything, I'll get Linda over. You need to see your friends." Brendon touched her back, rubbing slight circles. 

"O-Okay." Brendon stood up, rubbing his eye. "You coming back to bed, babe?" 

"No, I think I'm just going to go downstairs and make some tea." Brendon smiled, leaning down and kissing her. 

"Ooh, yum, the taste of vomit!" Brendon kissed her once again before standing up straight and walking back to the bedroom. Sarah stood up, flushing the toilet and walking to the kitchen. She pulled out her favorite mug, one that Brendon got her, and picked out some tea. Soon, she sat on the couch, sipping her tea and flipping through some TV channels. She stops when she sees MTV, only to hear the voice she fell in love with coming out slightly from the speakers.

It was an old song, but she loves it. She loves most songs that came off of Pretty. Odd, except Folkin' Around, it goes too fast for her liking.  

"Man, that video was fun to film," Brendon said, joining Sarah on the couch.

"I thought you were going to go back to bed."

"I can't. I'm worried about you..." Brendon took the mug out of her hands and took a sip. "Why won't you let me take you to the doctor, babe?"

"Because I know I'm fine. You can trust me, Bren, I know." Brendon sighed, handing her the mug. 

"Are you sure? I just don't want to get a call when I'm out telling me you're in the hospital." Sarah cupped Brendon's cheek, smiling.

"I'm not going to the hospital anytime soon, Brendon. You won't get a call from the hospital, okay?"

"Okay..."