Priceless

Chapter 27: the mug

Chapter 27: the mug

I didn't sleep at all.

The whole night, I was so worried about hurting Liv or going too far or screwing up. And I'm afraid that I'm right. When we had finally fallen asleep somewhere around four, I could hear soft whimpers coming from her side of the bed.

Maybe she was having a nightmare. But I didn't want to be wrong and ignore her if she really was in pain.

So I did the only thing I could do.

I scooted close to her, wrapping my arms around Liv's waist, and soon her breathing became steady again. but even in that comfortable position, I wanted to kick my own ass at that point. There's no doubt that it wouldn't be awkward the moment we both wake up.

And I was almost right.

I felt my body beginning to wake up, my fists clenching and unclenching the sheets. The whole bed felt cool and airy, the mattress sinking beneath me. Damn I could stay in this bed for a million years. I turned over, ready to pull Liv close to me, but my hands felt nothing but air.

My mind instantly went to my nightmare, flashes swirling around inside my head. Was it coming true?

The spot next to me was empty, and I had a mini heart attack until I heard the sink turn on in the bathroom.

I relaxed again, thoughts from last night suddenly flooding my mind. What we did. What this meant. In a way, I was relieved that all my feelings for Liv were finally in the open. But how would people react to me when they found out what I did?

I uncovered myself a little and looked to the right, my heart instantly dropping at the sight. There was blood. On the bed. Not a lot, but enough to notice. I wanted to look away, but my shock was keeping my eyes locked on those sheets. Was I too rough? Did I hurt her?

My thoughts were interrupted when Liv came out of the bathroom, limping in her boot. She was wearing a large T-shirt that I instantly recognized as mine. She looked up and smiled faintly.

"Sorry, I can give it back if you-"

"No no." I cut her off. "Keep it. You look good in it."

She blushed. I could tell she was sore by the way she carried herself over to the bed.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask, my own fears eating away at me.

As the words left my mouth, Liv almost froze mid air as she went to lay next to me on the bed.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

Should I mention the blood? I didn't want to worry her.

"I'm a little sore but other than that.. are you okay?" She lightly touched my arm and I instantly felt a sense of relief.

"Yeah. Yeah." I had to say it a second time, just to fully convince myself that everything was okay. I looked towards the alarm clock on the bedside table and it read 8:30 a.m.

Damn.

I'd still have to go to the clinic today. Since it was Saturday, it'd be extra busy. People aren't working, so they take this time to come in.

"Do you have work today?" Liv asked, circling her finger on my arm. Goosebumps instantly rose to my skin, and I tried to keep from shivering. What was she doing to me?

"Sadly." I sighed dramatically. There was a slight pause before I turned. "Are you sure you don't want me to take today off?"

Liv scoffed. "Please, Will. Those patients will be damned if you're not out saving lives."

"Dramatic much?" I laughed and she shrugged her shoulders.

"I'll be fine." She gave me a reassuring smile and I nodded. Then the thought that I would have to go to work entered my mind, and I felt myself sink down into the bed.

"I probably should get ready." I almost whispered, getting inches from her face. Liv looked dazed, unable to think of anything to say as our lips were millimeters apart.

"Y-Yeah." She looked from my lips to my eyes. "Coffee helps."

"You know... I could just call in sick." I closed the space between us and trailed kisses up her neck to her jaw. Olivia brought her hands up to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. "Say I got mono or something." I said in between kisses.

"They're not going to believe that for one second." Olivia sighed once I met her eyes with a faint smile on my lips.

I hummed, and so did my body against hers. "I don't care." My nose traced her jawline, and my hands traveled up her sides until I felt her grab them from going any higher.

"Whoah, down boy." She giggled.

I tried not to laugh before giving her a quick peck and getting up from the bed. Hopefully she wouldn't see the sheets before I washed them. I know I may be overreacting because it's actually normal for some women to bleed after their first time. But it's not like it isn't fucking alarming to see blood on the bedsheets when you're just waking up.

I also felt kind of guilty. I didn't want her to regret what we did, or feel awkward, because it mean everything to me.

I headed out to the kitchenette and quickly grabbed a coffee cup, picking out a blend and setting it on the coffee maker. I couldn't even remember the last time I had good coffee. With all the chaos that was going on already, I didn't even have time to think of coffee. I was never really one to go through caffeine withdrawal anyways.

The last drips of the coffee made it in to the cup and I picked it up, letting it warm my hands. I wafted the smell through my nose, the relieving scent of vanilla and caramel.

Mug in hand, I walked back towards the room to get dressed.

Once I entered, I instantly froze.

My coffee cup left my hand and went shattering to the floor, all the contents spilling out. I felt myself break out into a cold sweat. I didn't even care about the now spilled coffee, or the fact that it was staining the floor.

Liv lay on the bed, her arms and legs convulsing, and animal-like sounds escaped her mouth. No no no. I could've recognized this from a mile away.

She was having another seizure.

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A/N: things are about to go downnnn. Lol I'm just kidding but not really. Anyway, what did you like about this chapter? Anything specific?