"I consider being ill as being one of the great pleausres of life, provided one is not too ill." - Samuel Butler
Ash and I crept back inside the abandoned building. He sat on the sofa, as if nothing had happened, looked at me and sighed. I did not look back at him, I was too busy considering going to my family. I might not have wanted to go but I felt I needed to go. Did I need to? Well, I thought so. My thoughts weren’t exactly trustworthy. It stayed quiet for an entire day. The day felt like a month.
One night, I was violently ill. I started vomiting and Ash had to hold my hair back as I threw up outside. I didn’t know what brought on the sickness, but my guess was that it had been something I had eaten. Ash and I had found some food, that we thought was edible, and obviously eaten the lot.
Ash wasn’t ill, however somewhere I had read that boys didn’t really get food poisoning. I knew that was false, but it was comforting to think. I knew I wasn’t pregnant, there was no way. I also knew that it was very possible I was simply just ill. It had happened before, it was bound to happen again. I wasn’t exactly cosy in front of the fire, was I?
The cold was violent too and constantly nipped at my bare skin. I had tried to cover up as much as possible, but it felt like a dragon was breathing lashes of fire onto me. Mixed with the smell of the sick, it was disgustingly uncomfortable to be there. I didn’t care if Ash didn’t find me attractive: bent over, throwing up the contents of my stomach. He did hold me and my hair. He rubbed my back and comforted me. It was a little bit later that he too started to vomit.
Defiantly the food. Thank god! It was then my turn to hold him and comfort him. We were a pair of vomiting, freezing idiots. He wrapped his arms round my waist and we folded into each other. Only partly for warmth and comfort. It felt so right. Until we decided we’d better go back inside.
My life had become a little bit worse when he let me go.
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