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"I held your hair back when you were throwing up."

Mike's Point of View, fiction, Mike and El are 21.

I rolled over in my sleep, trying to find El

"El," I said.

I heard the sound of the toilet flush, then I heard the faucet run, and then stop.

Something stopped for a second, someone puking.

I jumped out of the bed and walked up to the bathroom door.

"El? You okay?"

I opened the door and saw her on the floor.

"El, you okay?" I asked again.

I sat down behind her and rubbed her back.

I pulled her hair away from her back. It was just long enough to make a ponytail with it.

"Thanks," she muttered as she grabbed toilet paper to wipe her mouth and flushed again.

She stood up and went to brush her teeth again.

"What happened to make you throw up like that?"

"I guess it was something I ate."

"Do you feel better though?"

She nodded.

I gave her a hug and we went to lay back down.

She laid her head on my chest and looked up at me.

"Go to sleep, El," I whispered as I pulled her closer.

"You didn't have to do that," she said.

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Early update! Hope ya enjoyed!

bye, lovelies,

- Rami

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