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I wake up with a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.
Great.
Masons not in the bed, he must be downstairs.
I get out of bed, trying to ignore the shooting pain.
Surprisingly there's not a stain. Thank God.
"Fück" I mumble, dragging myself into the bathroom, ransacking the medicine cabinet.
"Leah? What are you doing? Are you okay?" Ellie asks, seeing my pained expression.
I shake my head. "Can I borrow a pad and some Midol or something?" I lean against the sink.
It's never been this bad.
"Yeah, sure" Ellie nods, running to grab the stuff.
"I don't have any Midol, I have Advil though" She holds the pad out to me.
"No, that's fine. Thank you" I take it from her and quickly change only to see there's nothing to change.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Ellie asks from the other side of the door.
"What's wrong?" Mason's panicked voice asks.
"I'm-" I start before a horrible feeling overcomes me.
Soon, I'm doubled over the toilet.
"Oh my gosh," Mason rushes over to me, holding my hair back, his hand gently caressing my back.
"You're okay" He coos, making sure I'm okay.
A few minutes after my stomach is emptied, Mason helps me up and back into bed.
"If you need anything, call me. Feel better Le" Ellie gives me a small smile.
"Are you okay?" Mason asks, eyebrows furrowed.
The pain has passed and now I just feel sick.
"Yeah, I just don't feel great" I can't help but ignore the uneasiness in the pit of my stomach.
"Can you hand me my phone?" I ask.
I quickly open my app, checking to see if I'm late.
"Do you think, maybe you're-" Mason struggles to get the words out.
"Pregnant? I don't think so" I sigh, happy to see I'm not due for another day.
"You aren't late?" He looks at my phone.
"No, thankfully I'm not" I lean back.
"Thank God" Mason's shoulders immediately ease.
"You don't look good Le" Mason places his hand on my forehead.
~Masons P.O.V~
"I'm fine Mason" Her forehead is on fire.
"Don't tell me you're fine when you just got sick and you're burning up. Give me a second, I'm getting the thermometer" I kiss her forehead, grabbing the thermometer from the medicine cabinet.
I quickly take her temperature, 102°.
"Shįt Le" I curse, grabbing some medicine.
"What?" She groans.
"Your temperature is high" I wet a rag with cold water and tell her to lay down.
I gently fold it and place it on her forehead, hoping to bring her temperature down a bit.
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