Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Eleven

Tiana

The next morning.

My stomach churned, springing out of the bed, I bolted to the bathroom... nearly face planting, on the red mat. Dropping down on my knees heavily, I gripped the edges of toilet. The food from last night, spurts into the toilet.

Tears rolls down my cheek. As my hold tightens on the toilet, the acidic taste of vomit burns my throat. I clenched my eyes shut, I could feel the fatigue settling in. Jesus of all the days, to come down with a flu.

Ugh! His warm palms, rubs my back soothingly. My eyes shot open in shock. I thought he was asleep. Fuck. I gripped my stomach as another wave of nausea took me over. I must have ate way too much last night. I coughed through my sputtering.

He stopped rubbing my back, his fingers pushes my hair out of my face. I didn't dare look at him. I didn't want him to see me like this.

This is just a major turn off. After sometime, I slumped against the toilet, in exhaustion. Tristan flushed the toilet wordlessly, he then lifted me up and brought me back to the room.

He placed me in the center of the bed. I cuddled the pillow to my chest, the smell of Tristan's cologne envelopes me like a blanket... I felt the bed dip.

"Babe... come have some water." Tristan said.

My stomach churned once more at the thought of water. I didn't want anything to drink. Tristan, shakes me gently.

"Not thirsty." I said, my voice muffled by the pillow.

Tristan sighed. "Are you alright."

I felt like shit. My body was numb and I am exhausted. Even though I didn't feel well, I lied. I didn't want him to cancel our flight, because of some stupid stomach flu. "I am fine."

"You're burning up."

"I'll be fine."

"I'm going to cancel our flight."

I bolted up in bed, only to end up groaning... my muscles protested. God I'm sore. Dammit I knew he would do this! Tristan wrapped, his arms around my shoulder.

"I'm fine."

"Sorry Tiana but you're unfit for flight."

"Tch you worry too goddamn much. It's just a stupid flu, it will pass soon enough."

"And until it pass, you'll be staying here."

"That's a waste of money!" I protested.

Tristan, forcefully pushed me down on the bed. I was too exhausted to continue this argument. My eyes droop.

"Get some rest. I'll be here, when you wake up." 

How can i still be tired, when I slept the whole entire night? I've never felt this exhausted before. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Tristan ruffles my hair to the side. "Am only doing this, because I care about you. Now stop thinking and go to sleep." He soothed out the lines in my forehead.

Sighing, I nestled my exhausted body into the softness of the bed once more.

I wanted to protest some more, but sleep got the best of me... before I knew it, I was off to lala land.

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