Kita lagi takin 'Swara (Sequel to Damaged) *Jahvie*

Being Sick Sucks

Dahvie's P.O.V

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My body was tired and my mind was blank. Jayy's arms were held around me in a warm embrace and I breathed out my nose. We could finally sleep in tomorrow, it was Saturday.

Right when I was going to doze off, I heard a moan that sounded more like groaning and slowly blinked my eyes open, just to feel dizzy as the loving embrace was suddenly gone like the body next to me as he got up and sprinted out the door.k

What?

I yawned and slowly stood up, stretching before getting out of the bed and looking down the corridor- it was really early, maybe five in the morning (we were up late playing video games), so all the lights were off.

But down the hall, the bathroom light was on and I walked over and pushed the half opened door fully, "Jayy?"

Retching sounds and gagging and coughing caught my attention and I felt my eyes widen at the figure crouching in front of the toilet lid.

"Shit!" I gasped, rushing over next to him and placing one hand on his back while I used the other to hold his hair from his sweaty face. What happened? He was fine ten minutes ago!

When he finished and he let out a groan before speaking in a raspy voice, "I fucking hate throwing up,"

I frowned before helping him off his knees. When he was standing in front of me, I used the back of my hand and felt his forehead, "You have a bad fever.." His nose and cheeks were tainted red too.

He sighed, looking at me with lidded eyes, "I feel like shit,"

I took his hand and walked out of the bathroom, starting  him down the stairs to the living room, "You need medicine,"

We walked into the kitchen and I let him go before going over to the cabinet in the corner of the room, opening it and pulling out Advil PM (It'll probably make him sleep better) and went to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle.

Arms suddenly snaked around my waist and I smiled before setting the items on the counter and turning wrapping my arms around his neck, "Are you okay baby?"

"My throat hurts," He said softly as he nuzzled my neck.

"Anything else?"

"My ears are popping, every time I breathe it hurts in my chest and upper back, my head is kind of pounding and I still feel like throwing up," He answered before pulling back and sniffling a bit- making me realize he had a stuffy nose.

I grabbed the pills and bottle again and held them out to him, "Maybe this'll work,"

He sighed as he took them, "Let's hope," He popped the two tablets in his mouth and unscrewed the cap on the water, taking slow drinks.

Feeling tired again, I yawned. I was really tired.

"Let's head to bed babe," He smiled weakly before taking my hand and tugging. I walked with him through the living room, back up the stairs and down the hall, heading to his room.

I helped him take his shirt off and quickly cleaned his bandage, smiling as it looked completely healed, and gave him my favorite oversize blue and black sweater.

We both crashed next to each other and I let him crawl in my arms. I ran my fingers through his hair as I had the feeling he was still awake, "When did you start feeling sick?"

"Yesterday, a little after Santi came here for dinner," He said, humming a bit as my fingers continued to rub his scalp.

"Hmm.. Maybe he was sick and we didn't know and you caught it from him,"