Heal My Heart

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"Mom!" I called out. I leaned over the toilet, trying not to throw up but being there if I did.

"Yes honey?" my Mom rushed through my door, only to see me start throwing up.

"I don't feel well," I groaned as I wiped my mouth with some toilet paper.

"Jeez. Okay, just...." she looked conflicted. Then her confusion quickly turned into a smile. "Okay I'm going to call Jack to see if he can stay with you. If you start hurting take some pills. Have Jack cook for you and yeah. I have to go to work but I love you," she kissed my forehead and quickly grabbed her phone.

I listened to her talk to Jack as I grabbed the mini trash can from my bathroom and made my way to my cabinet. I took pain pills and gently laid down on my bed. I groaned in pain as I grabbed my phone from my bedside table. I looked through everything, trying to find something to pass the time.

"Thank you so much Jack. I know it must be hard to keep up with her while you're busy with work and all," she stated. I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. He was taking off of his work because of me. For me. I didn't even know what his job was. It could be really important. "Okay. Goodbye. Love you too."

"Mom, am I interupting his work? I don't want to do that. I can take care of my-" I threw my face in the trash can as a string of nasty tasting whatever I had eaten in the last few days flew from my mouth. I groaned as my throat began to sting.

"You might be, yes. But he agreed almost as soon as I said the work sick," she shook her head. "And it's obvious you are in no state to take care of yourself."

"But-"

"Butts are for sitting," she pulled me into a hug. "Now goodbye sweetie. I love you."

"Love you too," I grumbled out. If she would've just listened to me Jack wouldn't be missing his work. He can't feed off of his Mom all of his life because he had to take care of me. Mom moved me to the couch so Jack could watch me as he cooked. She left me alone, locking the door because Jack had a key.

I sat on the couch, wrapped in my fluffy blanket, watching whatever was on tv for about ten minutes. I kept the trash can close to me, but not close enough to smell the gag-worthy smell emitting from it. I heard the front door open and watched as Jack walked in. He looked concerned as he eyed me up.

"You look dead," he stated as he walked in.

"Thanks, you look alive," I stated, rolling my eyes.

"Thanks," he walked towards me but quickly took a step back. "I need to go find some kind of thing that smells good so I can spray it towards you."

He held his nose as he looked around the kitchen. "Y'know when my Mom said she was going to call you I thought you would be more sweet about my state right now."

"Found it!" he stated, disregarding what I said. He ran over, still plugging his nose, and started to attack the smell with the spray.

"Wanna douse me in it too?" I asked, standing up and spreading my arms out. He hesitantly nodded, spraying me with it. "I'm so offended by you right now."

He carefully unplugged his nose and took a small sniff. He sighed in relief and ran to me, wrapping his arms around me. I gave him a death glare but he just held me tighter. "Hold me any tighter and I'll throw up on you."

"Not on purpose though, right?"

"Definitely on purpose though," I pushed him away. He sighed and gave me a small forehead kiss. "I can't be mad at you if you keep being so adorable with your tiny kisses, and stupid spraying."