Stampy's POV
I woke up the next morning and stared down at Sqaishey who was still fast asleep. She had her back to me and small snuffles came out of her mouth instead of snores. I felt awful. I regretted what I did to her last night. I was way to harsh on her. She was terrified when I asked her...I ran one of my hands through my hair, making it more knotted than it already was. There wasn't many ways that I would be able to make up for this. I don't think there was any at all. I planted a small kiss on the top of her head, swung my legs over the side of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. A shower would probably be the only way that I would be able to clear my head without anybody thinking that I was insane.
I stepped underneath the warm, running water and leaned up against the lukewarm tiles. My eyes opened and, through the water, I stared at the door. I could also hear slight movement coming from the room that was next to the bathroom which happened to be Squid's. I was a little confused as he normally didn't get up until midday. Just before I came into the shower I checked the time on my phone, and it was eight in the morning. Maybe he was planning to see Nicole today for lunch or something. Then again he did go to her house last night. I shuddered at the thought of both of them 'doing it'. I mean, of course they did it last night. Heck, they were dating and I knew it. I shook my head to try and get rid of the thought and started to wash my hair.
Once I was finished I stepped out, dried my body off using one of the towels that was hanging up on the rack that Squid brought a few days ago, wrapped the slightly damp towel around me for decency and walked out of the room. Just as I did so I bumped into Sqaishey. She let out a little yelp and fell to the floor with a loud thud. She was still wearing the oversized shirt that I gave her last night as, from personal experience, I knew that sleeping in jeans and a button up shirt was one of the most uncomfortable thing that I had ever done. I squatted down next to her and picked her up with one hand as the other one was desperately wrapping itself around my towel to stop it from slipping off.
When she was up she flopped against the wall and breathed heavily. Normally I would be scared but I knew why she was doing it right now. According to the nurse that brought her here the reason her lungs sometimes slowed down was because of all the medication that they were giving her. I didn't see why they could not give her an inhaler to use whenever her lungs copped out. Yet I wasn't a doctor so I guess I didn't know what was best for her. I leaned against the wall so that I was in front of her and placed one of my hands on her shoulder. A small groan escaped her lips as I did so. A small wave of worry washed through me. At first I thought that she was just tired yet now I was started to get concerned. Why was she so weak and fragile all of a sudden? I mean, she did have a horrible illness but even taking that into mind this wasn't...right.
I started to consider if I should take her back into the hospital. I just knew that she didn't want to go back into hospital, who would want to go back into a place were they pumped chemicals into you contanstly and fed you disgusting meals? When I was around fourteen I had to go into hospital for a whole week because of a heart problem and it was awful! I wasn't allowed to leave my bed or anything. It made going to the toilet extremely embarrassing. Yet who knows how long Sqaishey would have to go into the hospital...No. I wasn't going to take her back there before the twenty four hour time limit. I was going to make sure that, for the next few hours, that she was happy. No matter what.
"What do you wanna do today then?" I asked. She groaned, shaking her head. Another wave of panic washed over me. Was flipping talking painful for her? "Are you sure you're feeling alright?" She nodded, smiling weakly.
"I am...f-fine." She coughed harshly. "Just...just tired. It h-h-hurts...bad-bad-bad-badly." She reached out and grabbed my wrist. Her hands were cold and shaky. It was also slightly sweating. I gently broke out of her grasp and placed the back of my hand against her forehead. It was boiling hot. She had a fever alright.
