Shepard of Fire (COD BO2 Fanfic)

Clashing Cards

Chapter 9.

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Holly's POV:

I lay on the couch, still overcome by a sleepy haze. I was awake enough to know one thing; I had to vomit. The thought didn't hit me until I continued to lay there, and the sickly feeling bubbled in my core. Then, it hit me. I lurched, hurling my body off the Ed and dashing up the stairs the the bathroom. I could hear Tank yell for me as I released my sickness into the toilet, and hot tears began to leak from my eyes. My stomach granted me a moments rest, allowing me to call for help. I hate puking. It scares me, takes away the control I so-desperately cling to. I screamed for Tessa, then Tank, and anyone to make it stop. My sides began to hurt, and I could feel someone's presence behind me. A hand was laid on my back, another clasping my shoulder securely. I felt another presence next to me, and felt Tessa's familiar hands rubbing my arm. Bold German was heard behind me, and I knew then that I had awakened the whole house. Finally, after what seemed like hours of continuos bile, my stomach stopped lurching. I gripped the seat of the toilet, and allowed my body to relax into a soft sob. Tank's voice cooed calming words into my ear, and I relaxed more as he hugged me close to him from behind. Tessa flushed the toilet, then rubbed my knee soothingly. She knew how much I hated being sick, how it often broke me down. I opened my eyes, blearily scanning the room. Nikolai and Takeo lingered by the door, while Richtofen stood behind Tessa. Tank, Tess, and Kelsie were circled around me, on their knees and attentive of me situation. I lowered my head, embarrassed by my outburst. "I-I'm sorry..." I murmured, feeling Tank tighten his grip on my waist. "What was that all about, sis?" Kelsie asked, placing her hand on my leg. I shrugged, "I just woke up cause I had to puke... I didn't mean to wake everyone up." Tessa chuckled, "Holly, your ok. How do you feel now?" I shook my head lightly, "Not to be ironic, but like puke." They laughed, and Tank chuckled in my ear. Kelsie pulled her phone out, "Well, it's 9:30. I have to go to work." She patted my leg once more, before standing. She kissed Nikolai's cheek, then left the room. Tank picked me up bridal-style, then followed Tessa out of the bathroom. I buried my nose into his neck, taking in his musky scent. I guess they had brought me to my room, because Tank set me down on a familiar set of sheets. He and Tessa sat on the side of my bed. "You may just be hungover." Tessa told me. I nodded, playing with Tank's large fingers. I still had work today, which didn't help my stomach to think about. Tessa stood up, and left the room. Tank watched me, his eye scanning my every movement. Finally, I sighed, then sat up. Instantly, his hand were on me, pushing me back down. "And what do you think your doing?" He asked, a tang of annoyance splattering his tone. "Getting ready to go to work." I mumbled, glaring slightly. "No, your not. Your gonna lay here and rest. Your sick." He said. "No, I'm a tad hungover. I'm going to work, no arguments." I spat, pushing him back and sliding my feet off the side of the bed. I stood up, and stripped of my old clothes, then plodded to my closet. I pulled out a pair of tan slacks, an emerald dress shirt, and a pair of black sandals. I set the clothes on the bed, knowing full and well Tank had his eyes locked on me. I ignored it as I picked my hairbrush up from dresser, running it through my impossibly long tresses over and over again. I really needed a hair cut. I gathered it all together, fastening it into a large, messy bun. Then, I slipped my clothes on, and sat on the bed to retrieve my sandals. Tank snatched them from me, standing up and holding them just out of my reach. I glared up at him, "Your not gonna make this easy on me, are you?" He smirked, and began to back away slowly. I wasn't gonna give up that easily, as I set my feet on the wood floor and stood up. I lunged for the marine, tackling him down to the floor. We rolled, fighting for the pair of BearTraps he held in his fingers. We clambered down the steps, as he managed to escaped my reach and sprint into the kitchen. I caught him in the doorway, jumping on his back. We spiraled, then fell again, the sandals slipping from his hand. The clattered on the tile, and I ran for them. Picking them up, I ignored the angry German and confused Russian and Tessa, diving over the center island. I slipped behind Takeo, pulling the sandals on my feet. Now to dodge Tank, and run out to my car. The frustrated marine began to stalk towards my perch behind the rather amused Japanese man. I serpentined, ducking under him outstretched arm, and grabbing my keys from the counter as I ran into the living room, through the front door. I slid into my Firebird, jamming the key into the ignition, revving the vehicle to life. I could see Tank in the doorway, and I blew him a kiss as I backed out, speeding off to the office.