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22. Bloodstream.

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Everything was burning. Your hands, your tongue, your lips, your knees, just everything. You felt like you were trapped in the depths of hell yet the only thing keeping you tied were your feet tucking under the bar of the stool you were sitting on.

A couple of hours had passed, and you still hadn't switched your mindset. How could this have come to... Well, this? There was nothing but pure panic and anxiety flooding your bloodstream as you thought of the consequences. Tom specifically told you to use the pill and here you were forgetting. Things could only go wrong from here.

"Not hungry?" Tom hummed as he moved his now empty plate to the sink, keeping his head on his shoulder to look at you. Your eyes shot up as you sat back, his voice pulling you out of your imagination. You shook your head with a deep sigh, "nah"

You were. You hadn't eaten in a while and your stomach was tight, trying to fill the empty space which craved to be filled. But you feared if that space was filled you'd only be sick.

"Can you at least eat some of it-"

"Tom I'm not hungry" you whined, pushing the plate back into the middle of the table.

"Alright, okay" Tom caved, walking over and taking the plate to the sink. You felt bad. Tom had always made you breakfast, and you'd always left your plate mainly clean, but today there was nothing anyone could do that would take you near food. You'd been offered to head down to the breakfast bar in the hotel this morning, but you declined, which was what had Tom cooking for you. In the depth of his stomach, he was worried.

Despite pretending to leave you be, he'd noticed your off-ness. Your skin was pale, flushed off all its rosiness and you'd be especially quiet. Usually, you'd quip a sarcastic comment about his hair or the way he always pursed his lips when he was thinking, but you'd barely said a word since last night. He was more worried about the fact he could have hurt you during sex.

"Hey," he whispered gently, moving around and taking the seat next to you. You were scared to move, keeping your eyes locked on the table and hands in your lap. Tom took a deep breath, before asking you again. This time he touched your shoulder, bringing your head rather quickly round to face him. "Is everything okay?"

No, of course, it's not okay. I feel like I'm burning from the inside out and I don't know how to tell you! Why does everything have to go so wrong all the time, I feel sick to the back teeth, I want to go home but I have no home... All I have is you now...

"M' fine" you mumbled, holding a small smile hoping to push him over the edge of satisfaction and leave you alone. You loved the fact that Tom cared about you, but if you didn't go to all lengths to make sure he knew you were certainly okay, he would pester you to the earth end about it.