Il suo zaffiro

chapter 13

I woke up with a sudden, overwhelming urge to vomit. Without thinking, I bolted out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before the nausea took over. My head throbbed as I emptied my stomach, and afterward, I slumped onto the cold tile floor, taking deep breaths to steady myself. Once the wave of sickness passed, I forced myself to stand, brushed my teeth, and splashed water on my face, hoping to wash away the exhaustion clinging to me.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, a knock sounded at the door. I told whoever it was to come in, and Adonis appeared. Relief washed over me, and I ran to him, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug.

"I missed you," I said, feeling a bit of warmth return as he chuckled.

"Why didn't you come look for me?" I asked, releasing him and walking over to the love sac.

"I'm sorry, I've been busy lately," he replied, scratching the back of his head.

"I heard Logan's back," he said, his eyes drifting around the room as he absently touched things.

"Yeah, he's back, but whatever," I muttered, trying to sound indifferent, though it was clear from his expression that he saw right through me.

"I also heard he brought someone with him," Adonis added, looking at me more directly. I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions churn inside me.

"So, you're not angry?" he asked, his voice careful.

"Well, kinda," I admitted, picking up a bottle of nail polish from the nearby table. "He used me. He was with me while he was with her."

Adonis's face tightened, but I waved it off. "Let's not talk about that. Can you help me paint my toenails? My back hurts," I asked, trying to shift the conversation to something lighter.

He chuckled, moving the love sac closer to the bed. "Sure, since I have nothing else to do," he said, taking the nail polish from me. I lifted my foot onto his knee, and he began the delicate task.

"So, other than guard duty, what else do you do for fun?" I asked, watching him concentrate on my toes.

"Well, I go out with friends sometimes. We play games, go to the movies, or pull pranks on people," he said, blowing gently on my nails to help them dry.

"That's kind of mean, though," I giggled.

"Maybe, but it's fun," he laughed, placing the polish down. "How's that for my first time?"

I scrunched my nose as I looked down at my toes. They were a little messy, but I could fix them later. "Pretty good for your first time," I said with a smile. It was sweet of him to even try. Not many guys would bother.

Suddenly, another wave of nausea hit me, stronger than before. I yanked my foot away from Adonis's hold and dashed back to the bathroom. As I hunched over the toilet, I felt him gently pull my hair back, keeping it out of the way. Once the sickness passed, I flushed the toilet and leaned over the sink, splashing water on my face again. I hated vomiting—it was the worst feeling in the world. When I finally looked up, Adonis was watching me with a worried expression.

"Are you okay, Sapphire?" he asked as we walked back into the room. I shook my head and sat on the bed, feeling utterly defeated.

"No, I'm not okay. I've been sick for like a month now, and it won't go away," I confessed, my voice breaking as tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't hold them back any longer and began to cry.

Adonis sat beside me, pulling me into a comforting embrace. "Why didn't you go see a doctor?" he asked gently.

"I don't know... Even if I did ask Logan to take me, he wouldn't. He's been so mean to me," I cried harder, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on me. "Everything hurts."