Can You Save Me? { Sam Pottorff }

Chapter 31 ~ Never.

Jazmin's P.O.V.

"Ow.." I hold my stomach and roll over onto my back. "Oh my awww." The pain is indescribable. The best way to put is it being stabbed every two seconds.

"It still hurts baby?" Sam puts his hand on my stomach and starts rubbing it.

"Yes, I don't know why.."

"Just breathe ina nd out." He instructs me. "Slowly. You're really hot." He says when he slips his hand up my shirt. His hand feels cold and soothing when it's on my bare stomach. I miss the feeling as soon as he moves his hand.

"Sam. Hand." I breathe out and wince in pain.

"What? You liked that?" He asks and slips his hand under again. I nod and he kisses my cheek.

I threw up for almost an hour and I don't see why am isn't completely grossed out of me.

"I jus wan to stop." The pain won't let me talk correctly.

"I know and it will."

"Thank you Sam." I don't say anything else and just try to ignore all the pain.

Before I know it I feel it being a lot warmer than earlier, and I try to sit up but can't.

"Fuck." I whisper still holding my stomach.

"Good morning beautiful." Sam wraps his arm around me and I try to snuggle into him hoping threat the felling of being close to him will help me get rid of the still existent pain.

"Morning." I choke out. My throat is really dry and my voice is raspier than ever.

"Here." He grabs a cup from behind me. "It's tea. I know you aren't a baby, but it's easier for you to drink comfortably in this." He answers my confused look when I see the bottle.

The tea makes my throat feel a little better, but Sam's warm arms around me makes my pain almost completely gone.

I still don't understand what's wrong. When I threw up, it was like I was just throwing up water and that's it. Nothing else. I have been eating healthy and everything lately.. I don't understand.

"What.." I clear my throat. "What time did I fall asleep?"

"5.. woke up at 1.. and then fell back asleep around 1:30.. You feel any better?" His eyes are still closed and mine are barely open.

"A little. Sam, if I really am sick, you shouldn't be so close to me, I don't want you catching anything." No matter how good this feels, I really don't want to get Sam sick.

"I don't care. Anything for you."

"I feel so much fatter for some reason." I accidentally say my thought out loud and Sam's eyes shoot open.

"No, oh my god." He fills my closer to him so that my bare stomach is touching his and our foreheads are resting against each others. "Not true."

"Oops. That was suppose to stay to myself."

"You know.. I thin- no I know you're beautiful."

"No, sh. Tummy.. Pain.." I try to change the subject.

"If I could make it go away I could." He's rubbing my bag soothingly and I remember that I haven't had back pain in a while.. I hope I don't jinx it because everything has been easier, except for the fact that so,etching inside me is trying to kill me slowly.

"Sam, I kind of miss Marley and James." I do, but they have become so busy and I haven't seen them in over a week.

"I know you do."