Chapter 91:
Michael's POV:
Coughing sounds bounced around the room, waking me from my deep sleep. I glanced through my tired eyes over to the digital clock on the bed side table. After a few blinks i caught onto the time. 7:23 am? Who would be up at this time?
The coughing evolved into gagging
before the person who was creating the noise began throwing up. My hand searched for Sophie but the sheets beside me were bare.
"Sophie?" My croaky morning voice called out for the girl who's absence worried me. Eventually I pulled myself from the comfort of the double bed in hunt for my girlfriend.
Opening the door to the ensuite bathroom, I saw Sophie hunched over the toilet, one hand pressed against the white tiles as she heaved into the toilet. My arm immediately wrapped around her, rubbing small circles on her back in hope to sooth her pains slightly.
She continued vomit into the toilet, her face pale of exhaustion. Just how long had she been up? "Its okay baby, I'm here now. don't force it. Take deep breaths, that's it beautiful." I cooed into her ear whilst pressing a gentle kiss upon her sweaty temple.
Recovered but still worryingly pale, Sophie lay on the bed, a bucket from a bin nearby. "Sophie it's been almost a week you need to see a doctor, I've never seen someone so ill from food poisoning before"
"Stop over-thinking it, I just ate something dodgy that's all." Slight panic ran through her words, the mention of a doctor seeming to alarm her. I was honestly scared for her, she was paler than me in the winter, her iris' seemed grey and foggy.
"I'm taking you to the doctors." I state, trying my hardest to sound stern. I had to stop being such a push over.
"No!" Her reply was way too quick for my liking and I could tell she was hiding something but she was ill and an argument isn't necessary.
"Its only for a check up"
"I don't want to waste their time"
"Its better to check, they're doctors that's what they're there for"
"Michael I just need rest, you're panicking over nothing and it's not helping me get better"
"That's what taking you to the doctors was meant to do, help you get better"
"You're being awfully stubborn today. Now come here and give me a cuddle and promise you'll drop the doctors idea."
"Fine." I followed her instructions but it didn't settle the constant volcanic worry that boiled within me. I really was such a push over.
The interviewer that sat across the room from me seemed to notice my lack of concentration as she asked me a question that I gave no response to.
"Michael?" She asked, all faces turning towards me.
"Sorry, what?" I was tempted to laugh it off and make a joke but it was almost impossible to stiffle a small chuckle.
"I asked how we're things between you and your mystery girl?" The woman repeated.
"Oh I'm with Sophie and everythings just great."
"You don't seem yourself are you okay?"
"I'll be fine" I mumbled hopefully making it clear to cut the talk with me and move on to someone more involved. Luckily she started asking the tweeted questions from the iPad that lay on her lap. I drifted off once again just making out some words about Ashton and Rebecca's very close friendship. Some friendship, I laughed to myself only for the laugh to sink at the thought of how much pain Sophie must be in. Why would such a beautiful and charming girl be cursed with a disgusting sickness that I believed she needn't deserve.
Three days had passed and she continued to wake early to be sick, every possibility of what was causing her this pain flooded through me the more I thought about.
I guess Sophie was right, I was over-thinking her sickness and creating a bigger deal than needed. My main focus now is the pale yet still beautiful girl who lay in discomfort before me.
