Really? // Stenbrough

Chapter 18

Bill's PoV

It's 8 in the morning and Stan was still in the bathroom. He threw up last at around 4 so I'm gonna have him take a shower. Hopefully it'll make him feel better.

"Stanny?" I asked walking into the bathroom.

He grumbled in response.

"Do you wanna take a shower?"

I knelt down next to him and swiped some of his curly hair out of his eyes. His eyes fluttered open and looked up at me.

"Sure."

He mostly got up by himself, with only a little help from me. I let him be and went back out to the room. Someone knocked on the door and I told them to come in.

"Hey Bill." Bev said walking in.

"Hey."

"You sound tired. Where's Stan?" She asked sitting down next to me.

"I didn't get much sleep and Stan's taking a shower. He got sick last night." I laid my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes.

"Oh no. Is he ok?"

"I don't know. He hasn't thrown up since 4 so I had him take a shower when I woke up. He threw up a lot and could barely walk. I had to help him get to the bathroom. I don't know what's wrong and I'm worried."

"I'm sure it's just a virus or something small like that." We heard the shower turn off so Bev stood up. "I'm gonna go."

"Bye."

She waved before she walked out of my cabin. I stayed on the bed and waited for Stan to come out. It wasn't that long when he did open the door.

"You feeling ok Stan?"

He slowly walked over to our bed and laid down next to me. He rested his head in my lap and played with his noodle hair.

"Better. Thanks."

"For what?"

"For helping me. Vomit is gross." He said with a little laugh. I smiled, I can already tell he is feeling better.

"It is gross, but I love you so I'm gonna help you when you're sick."

"I love you too."

We sat there for awhile in silence, me playing with his curly hair and him sleeping. I think. Stan woke up a little later looking more refreshed.

"I need to drink more water." He said.

I looked at him confused. "Ok? That was random."

"No it's not. That's why I was sick and weak. I'm way too dehydrated. It's happened before."

"Oh. Well let me go get you water." I moved his head off my lap and ran out the door.

I ran to the mess hall and grabbed a ton of bottles of water before walking back to my cabin. I would have ran but I would have dropped all the water. I kicked the door since I couldn't open it.

"Jeez. That's a lot of water." Stan told me when he opened the door.

"I know." I put them all by our desks in a neat pile. I threw one at Stan and he luckily caught it and started drinking out of it.

We laid down on the bed and intertwined our fingers, facing each other. He pulled me closer and snaked his other arm around my waist. I started playing with his hair again because, well because I can. His hair is so soft and curly, it's mesmerizing.

A smile appeared on his face and he looked at me. We laid there for a bit, just staring at each other, before his face fell.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"It's our two month anniversary and I spent the  morning throwing up and you spent it helping me. That's just fantastic." He mumbled.

"It's ok. I don't mind. As long as you're ok now." I told him before I placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"You are honestly so amazing." He whispered with a smile.

"Why thank you. But you are too Stan." I told him.

He pulled me closer and I wrapped my arms around his neck, nuzzling my face in his chest. I could hear his heartbeat and I smiled.

"Have you gotten back to your sister?" I asked him. We had gotten distracted right after he read it so I don't know if he replied to her or not.

"Yeah. I sent you a letter a couple days ago saying that I'd love to live with her. She hasn't sent another letter but I'm sure she will soon."

"I'm so happy for you Stan. That's amazing that your sister is so understanding and you have her."

"Yeah. But I'm also nervous. I haven't seen her in four years. We lost touch after she went to college because my parents wouldn't let me contact her."

"What! That's ridiculous. You should be able to talk to your own sister. God, I don't know what it'd do if I couldn't speak to Georgie."

That's bewildering. His parents didn't let him talk to his own blood. What the hell. That's messed up.

"How old is Georgie? You don't really talked about your family a lot." Stan said.

"He's 9, and I guess I don't. Well my mom works at a pharmacy and my dad is in the military."

"That's cool."

I nodded my head. "Georgie will love you. I know he will. I can't wait until you two meet."

"I'd love to meet the little guy. If he's important to you, then he's important to me."

I hugged Stan and I felt my eyes closing. I let sleep over come me.

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