Broken and Fearless // C.B.

Chapter 8

Juliet's POV:

I woke up the next morning feeling both nauseous and like there was something in my throat. Awesome. I'm sick.

Colby was already up, and he appeared about ten minutes later. "You wanna explore with me and Sam?"

I shook my head. "I feel terrible. Sorry."

Colby instantly looked concerned. "Do you need me to stay?"

"No, you go explore with Sam."

He was silent for a moment. "Okay. But I'll send the others to check on you periodically."

I laughed softly before coughing. "Warn them that sick me is incredibly needy."

"Okay. Feel better, Jules. Do you need me to pick up anything while I'm out?"

"I'll let you know. Now go."

Colby pressed a quick kiss to my forehead before his eyes widened. "Sorry. Uh, feel better. See you soon."

Maybe 15 minutes later, Corey came in with some chicken noodle soup. I shook my head. "I can't eat that."

"Why not? You should. It might help you feel better."

"Corey, I feel like I'm going to puke! Food will not help!"

"Do you want me to get you some sort of bucket?"

"Please, if you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all. We all want you to feel better. Plus, Colby said he would kill us if we didn't help you. He's so protective of you. It's cute."

I coughed and Corey handed me a bag of cough drops. "Just text me when you want something, okay? Aaron, Devyn, and I are all here and don't plan on going anywhere. Well, at least Devyn and I don't."

"Thanks, Corey."

"Don't mention it."

I got a text from Colby asking how I was feeling and I responded with a tired emoji. I didn't feel like typing out words.

Along the line, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Colby was sitting at his desk doing something on his computer. He happened to turn and see me. "Hey. How are you feeling?"

I let out a pained moan and Colby felt my forehead. "Jesus, Jules. You're burning up. I'm gonna get a cool cloth."

He returned shortly with a cool cloth and placed it on my head. Periodically, I heard myself whimpering and Colby consoling me.

I felt the bile rising up and as though he sensed it, Colby picked me up and took me to the bathroom and held my hair back and I threw up.

When I was finished, he picked me up and laid me back in the bed.

I fell asleep again and the next morning, woke up feeling better. Colby was still asleep, so I decided to start bouncing on his bed.

He groaned and muttered, "Glad you're feeling better."

"Get up. I want coffee. I'll buy you Taco Bell."

"Juliet, it's way too fucking early."

"It's 11:30. Actually, after."

"Go bother someone else for coffee."

"Tried. Elton's not back yet, Corey and Devyn are out, Sam's out with Kat, and Aaron's raging."

"So you woke me up. I greatly appreciate it."

"I don't need your sarcasm. I need you to get up so you can get me coffee."