Hate

eleven

I slowly start to wake up, grimacing as a whimper leaves my lips.

"Hey what's wrong buddy?" I lazily open my eyes, glancing at the curly haired boy beside me.

"My body aches and I feel gross." I mumble, closing my eyes.

"Here, let me go get your medicine and then I'll change your wrap. Is that alright?" I nod, not opening my eyes. I felt disgusting and I hated it. I knew it was just my body trying to get used to having nutrients again.

"Here you go buddy." I open my eyes, Jack handing me a pill and some apple juice. I swallow before sitting up a little, wincing in the process.

I bring the juice to my lips, slipping the pill in quickly. I grimace, setting the juice down before watching Jack grab some gauze and some vaseline. I lift my shirt, watching as Jack carefully peels the gauze patch off, setting on the bed. He rubs some vaseline on the new gauze pad before placing it gently on my side. He tapes it on with some surgical tape, and much to my surprise, places a kiss on top of it. I blush, glancing at him.

"There you go. Do you need anything else?" He asks.

"No I should be fine." I say with a wince as I turn to get out of bed. He helps me up, and I thank him quietly, walking over to my connected bathroom.

I close the door behind me, walking over to the toilet. I pull down my pants with a wince, quickly doing my business. It wasn't until I finished that I saw my problem. I couldn't bend over to pull up my pants. I glance at the door, my face flaming. I really didn't want to but I'm gonna have too.

"Jack?" I ask. Within seconds I hear him by the door.

"What? Is everything alright?" He asks through the door, worry laced in his voice.

"Yea yea um I just- I need help pulling up my pants." I say, my face flaming at this point.

Jack opens the door, his eyes immediately landing on my ass. He shuts the door and walks over, turning me towards him so he can pull them up. I watch, my face red as he crouched in front of me, pulling my pants up to my thighs. He hesitated before tucking me into my boxers and pulling them up the rest of the way. His hands stay on my hips as he stands up, glancing down at me.

"Anything else?" I shake my head, too embarrassed to speak. I wash my hands, walking back into my room. I blush for the millionth time as my eyes meet Jonah's, the boy glancing from me, to Jack as he left the bathroom.

"Were you guys in the bathroom... together?" He asks, raising a brow.

"Yea so what? What did you need?" Jack says, shrugging it off.

"It's time to leave for our flight home." I glance from Jack to Jonah.

"Oh okay. We'll be right down. Our bags are still down there yea?" Jack asks. Jonah nods, glancing at me before leaving the room.

"I'm gonna help you down the stairs okay?" I nod, still not quite speaking. He places his hand on the small of my back, gently pushing me forward. I just accept the permanent blush on my face as I walk towards the stairs, my hand flying to my side.

"Are you okay?" He asks, noticing.

"I'm fine. Just hurts a little." I mumble, wincing as I take a step down. After about 20 minutes, and maybe a few breaks, I make it downstairs.

Jack grabbed both of our bags, helping me over to the door. My side was hurting a lot but I know that we need to leave like now. I hug my mom one last time, waving at my siblings before leaving. I walk over to the van, struggling, but successfully getting in. I wince once again, clutching my side.

"Hey what's wrong?" Daniel asks, gaining Jack's attention. Tears pricked my eyes as I held my side, not looking at the boy.

"It hurts to sit up like this." I manage out.

"Hey hey, just lean against me okay?" I glance at Jonah, who was seated beside me.

"O-okay." I sniffle, slowly leaning against the boy. The pain slowly went away. I slowly relax, my breathing slowing down.

This plane ride was gonna suck.

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Soz it's been a hot minute. Still trying to get this book farther, as well as Ocean and work. It's tuffff