I don't want you

Back at the doc

Elle's POV: I rolled over and groaned. My stomach is KILLING ME. After about ten minutes, I managed to pull myself out of the bed. I looked at the clock; 3:47 in the morning. Well, I might as well take a couple aspirin. "Angelina," I whisper-groaned, shaking her.

"Hmmm? Is it morning already?!" She said.

"No, Angelina. It's me."

"Oh! Elle, what are you doing awake?"

"Angelina, I don't feel good." I don't get sick often, but when I do, it's bad. Really bad.

"Oh no! What's wrong?"

"My t-tummy hurts and I f-feel sick!" I started to cry. I can handle a lot of pain without crying. I've broken bones, sprained tendons, shattered cartilage and growth plates, and dislocated joints without crying. This said, there are only three kinds of pain I can't handle. And a stomach ache is one of them.

"Shhhh, pretty girl, don't cry. It's okay. Angelina's gonna make it better. Take this." she said, handing me the medicine. I swallowed down the pills as Angelina fixed me a glass of water. Soon after, I finally managed to fall back asleep. *in the morning*

"Get up, Elle! We have a ton of meetings all day today. Please get ready!" Angelica called. I didn't get up, and five minutes later she walked into the room.

"Elle Marie Fanning! Get up!"

"Angelica.... I don't feel well. Can I stay home?" I whined. She didn't buy it, and I got up, feeling dizzy and light headed.

"Angelica, please! I really don't feel well! Ask Dakota!" I whined again.

"Elle! Enough! Just get ready please," she said sternly. I started to cry and she brought me into a hug.

"My goodness! You're burning up! Dakota, get me the thermometer!"

"I t-tried to tell you I don't feel g-good!" I cried.

"Shhh, love bug, it's alright." Dakota handed her the thermometer and she stuck it in my mouth, under my tongue. A few moments later, she pulled it out. "40 degrees Celsius! No wonder you feel awful! Lay back down!" She said. I crawled back into bed.

Angelica's POV:
Now I feel bad for not believing her! Now that we've got that settled, let's go tend to our baby girl! I scooped up Elle and carried her into her bathroom, running some cool water. Maybe this will bring her temperature down a little. As I started to undress her, she whined,

"Angelica! Don't look at me naked! I can take off my own clothes and bathe myself!"

"I know, love, but I need to help you! You're sick, baby." I said. Just then, my phone rang. I told Dakota to take over for me,

Angelina's POV: I walked into the bathroom and saw Elle sitting on the counter. I started to pull down her underwear. "Dakota! Don't look at me naked! I can do it myself, you know!"

"Honey, don't worry. I'm a girl. And it's not like I haven't seen your cute little bum before." I winked at her and she blushed. I then pulled her shirt off of her body. I was taken aback by the number of cuts and scars on her poor little tummy. I traced them with my fingers, a few tears spilling from my eyes.

"I'm going to let this go, and talk about it with you when you feel better. Please don't do it again." I whispered, looking into her sad blue eyes. She dropped her gaze and I lifted her chin with my fingers. "Promise me you won't do it again."

Elle's POV: I feel horrible. And not just because I'm sick. But because I made Dakota cry.

"I'm going to let this go, and talk about it with you when you feel better. Please don't do it again." I looked down because I knew that I was going to do it again. She lifted my chin with her fingers, her brown eyes connecting with my blue ones. "Promise me you won't do it again." I looked down again. I can't make a promise that I know I can't keep. I crossed my fingers and whispered,