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Chapter 14

How long have I been laying here?, I think to myself, just staring at the darkness of the ceiling. My hand is splayed across my hard stomach, and Louis' arm is across my chest. It feels like I'm on fire and I have to breath out my mouth to catch my breath.

"Louis," I wheeze, and my body aches as I try to nudge him awake. He doesn't rise, he just grunts quietly and tightens his grip on my shoulders, nuzzling his nose into my hot chest. I gasp for air, the room so stuffy that it physically hurts. "Louis! I can't breathe!," I cough, and rise up on my own, Louis springs up in surprise, looking at me with confused and still sleepy eyes.

I can feel the lump in my throat and I don't have time to move before I'm sick on myself. I cry as my sore body convulses. Louis, still in a dizzy state, rubs my back. I feel the blush heating my already too hot cheeks. I haven't gotten sick on myself till now. Not once.

"Are you okay, baby?," he whispers, and I shake my head. I have not felt like this since the beginning of the pregnancy, before I started the vitamins and medicines. This is a new type of pain. "Where are you hurting?," he asks quickly, trying to touch any part of me that isn't covered in bile. I can feel the cool air seeping into my skin and I shiver.

"Ev─Everywhere!," I cough, crying again. I feel gross and hot and sick and fat and I cry again, it hurts my body, but I can't stop crying. He bites his lip in worry and strokes my shoulder, standing up with difficulty getting untangled from the sheets, "W─here are you going?" He turns back around and gives me a reassuring smile.

"I'm going to get you a rag to clean you up with, and then I'm going to call Doctor Mason. See what's going on, what I should do, okay?," he says, and I nod with clenched teeth. He hobbles through the dark room with only one crutch and turns the light to the bathroom on. When he comes back he's already talking quickly on the phone. I groan as the cold cloth in his hands touches my forehead. He winces in sympathy, "yeah, yeah, his skin is very pale and sensitive to the touch. What should I do?" I watch as his face pales, "You think that's what it is? Oh, God, yeah-yeah we'll m-meet you there!"

"Louis-," I whimper as he quickly throws on the exact clothes he took off to get into bed, collecting them from all over the room.

"'S okay, b-baby, I... I'm going to get you to the hospital. Doctor Mason's going to meet us there, okay?," he asks, pulling his shirt over his chest, putting the phone to his ear again, digging me out some bigger clothes, impatiently waiting for whoever to pick up. I whine deep in my throat, and cough up again, spitting in the rag Louis got me cleaned off with. "Jesy! No-I don't care what time of the night it is-Harry-I have to get him to Emergency-I can't drive you genius, my leg is still smashed, nothings changed since your party! Yeah-get over here as soon as you can, sooner than that actually-hurry Jesy, there's no time for shoes!"

I zone out at that, and stare straight up, connecting the dots to the ceiling. I find a star, a flower, and another star before there's frantic slapping at the door and Louis rises me up by my arms, and I hiss in pain as all the fluid in my entire body rushes to my head. It feels splitting, honestly. "Ow-Louis!," I whimper and he nods with very foggy blue eyes, watching me as he carefully dresses me in a shirt, leaving me in my long boxers.

"I know it hurts, lovely, and I'm really sorry. And I'm sorry that I can't carry you, but I ca-an hold your hand, okay? Do you think you could make it down the stairs?," I nod, tears already streaming down my cheeks once more. As if they ever stopped.

He, slowly, helps me to the stairs, and I hold his grip so tight that it probably hurts him. It probably hurts me, but my body is definitely to preoccupied to even feel it. "Oh!," I shriek, stumbling down the last four steps, my legs gave out. My bottom lip wobbles violently, and I wail, clutching my stomach in a mix of agony and fear.