Angela
I felt thoroughly awful. My stomach was in knots and would not stop cramping and my head was pounding. The only reason I haven't taken anything for it is because I have not been able to keep anything down until today.
"Angel, you awake?" Jackson asked
"Mmm." I replied
"Ok, I'm going to run out to the store and grab somethings. What would you like?"
"Advil, Gatorade, and crackers."
"What kind of Gatorade?"
"Orange."
The two of us each prefer different Gatorade flavors. He likes fruit punch and I like orange. Neither of us will touch the other's.
"I'll be back in an hour. There's a glass of water and some Ibuprofen of the night stand."
"Ok." I slowly sat up and swung my legs over the side of my bed.
"Are you going to be ok?" He asked
"I'll be fine. I'm a big girl. But please take someone with you."
"On it. Teddy is going with me. I'll be back soon." He kissed the top of my head before leaving.
I waited until I heard the front door close before heading to the bathroom. I decided to take a shower while I didn't have the urgent need to throw up.
<*>
The absence of the urgent need to vomit did not last long.
When I was done praying to the porcelain goddess I stumbled into the kitchen.
When I was younger my parents used to give me ice chips when I was sick. It's one of the few good memories I have from them. The other is when my dad gave me a stuffed Mickey Mouse. I still have it, it's in the closet.
I trudged back to the room to grab some ibuprofen and rescue me Mickey from the top shelve of the closet. I grabbed a cup of ice chips and grabbed a blanket before settling on the sofa.
I flipped the TV on and found F.R.I.E.N.D.S playing. I managed to keep down the water and ibuprofen. So, I braved a few ice chips.
After a while I snuggled up and fell asleep.
<*>
"Angel wake up. I'm home."
I opened my eyes and saw Jackson dangling a Gatorade in front of me. I was about to make fun of him when a sudden wake of nausea sent me racing to the bathroom.
"Are you ok?" He asked as I ran off
"I'm . . . fine." I heaved. I heard footsteps and a few minutes later I felt a cool rag on the back of my neck.
"Want that Gatorade now?" He asked as I washed off my face
"I do, but I don't."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm feeling better, but I REALLY don't want to throw up again." I replied
"You need something. You haven't had anything in 24 hours."
"Ok."
I walked back out to the sofa and cracked open a Gatorade.
"Small sips." Jackson instructed.
I took a few sips before setting it back down on the table.
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I woke up a bit later, without realizing I had fallen asleep. I rubbed my eyes and sat up.
"How are you feeling?" Jackson asked. He was playing video games. He only plays when he get's anxious.
"I'm feeling much better. How about you?"
"I'm fine. I just got bored." He gave me a lopsided smile and went back to his game where the aliens were pummeling his character.
HE switched off the TV and turned to me.
"Want some dinner?" He asked.
For the first time in 24 hours the thought of food did not make me want to vomit.
"Sure."
<*>
Jackson made toaster waffles and bacon for dinner while I managed to down a small piece of toast and most of my Gatorade.
When we were done cleaning up I resumed my position on the sofa.
"Scooch." He ordered
"My sofa."
He pushed me back and he attempted to lay beside me but fell off.
"They need bigger sofas." He said
"Or smaller people."
Somehow the two of us managed to fit onto the sofa.
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My eyes shot open and I gasped for breath, I couldn't remember what had made me wake up like this. I was still pressed against Jackson making me feel claustrophobic.
I untangled myself from him and sat up, careful not to push him off. I sat there gulping in air as Jackson snored lightly beside me. The clock read 3am.
I heard a crash outside and jumped up causing Jackson to fall.
"W-what?" He said, rubbing his eyes
"Outside. I heard something!" I whispered urgently
"It's fine. Someone got a cat a week ago and it likes to dig through our trash cans."
"Ok." I ran my hand through my hair and sat back down on the sofa
"We should get to bed."
"Ok."
He took my hand and led me to our room.
"Are you ok?" He asked
"I'm fine. I had a bad dream."
"Which one?"
"I-I don't remember."
"Let's get back to sleep." He said.
He pulled me down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me.
Somehow, I managed to fall back asleep.
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What About Us?
AksiA romance story. 6 teen start out rough, finally they find a place where they can be with other just like them. They're all broken from their past but are finally figuring out life. What happens when their past catches up to them?
