Repair | Bexey x Lil Peep drabbles

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(short chapter, but it's all i had prewritten. love you all)

Bexey woke up in fright, his body cold and his clothes stuck to his sweaty body. He rolled onto his back and tried to take deep breaths. His stomach was in knots and everything still felt heavy. The pain in his abdomen did nothing to help his panicking. He couldn't even think to get a hold of his surroundings. All he knew was the pain. It felt as if that's all he ever knew: the tension in his chest and the burning in his twisted stomach. He breathed in through his nose and managed to open his eyes and take in where he was.

His and Peep's room. Their flat. Los Angeles. America.

This calmed him down a little, focusing on something else. He sat up and saw Peep's figure stretched out on the couch, phone in hand against his chest as he slept. It was dark, and it took him a moment to make out everything, but he did.

He closed his eyes as the pain flared up again. He knew he was going to be sick again, there was no way around it, so he got up and slowly made his way to the bathroom.

He absolutely hated being sick. Of course, no one really enjoyed being sick. The act of throwing up alone was repulsive in every way. But when you add in everything else, that's when it got miserable. The sweating, shaking, stomach knots, vertigo, tension, raw throat.. That's what Bexey really hated. He wouldn't mind it so much without all the extra symptoms. He'd rather not have all those toxins in his body, and if throwing up was the only way to rid himself of them, then so be it, but he could do without the cold sweats and taste of acid in his mouth for the next several hours.

He splashed his face with cold water, his stomach empty and his muscles aching. He already felt a little better, not as tense as before. He braced himself against the counter as he put toothpaste on his brush.

Thoughts of him and Peep floated through his head. He cringed at how rushed it was, the last time they were in here together. If he thought hard enough he could feel the marble counter digging into his lower back. Bexey never really went to parties as a teen, but if he learned anything from movies, based off that night he'd be the most popular girl in the school.

He shook his head, finished up brushing his teeth, and put on clean clothes.

He went over to where Peep was, untying the sleeping boy's converse, taking them off and throwing them by the closet. He took his phone, setting it on the desk. Grabbing the fluffy throw blanket, he threw it over the tall boy, kissing the top of his head before going back to bed himself.

He got under the sheets, fixing the duvet over himself so the bed was somewhat neat. Sleep overcame him easily. His body was exhausted from throwing up and standing for more than a minute.