Who Would've Known (S.M Fanfiction)

Chapter 59

I wake up to the sound of my door trying to be open, I turn to the door and when I see it's still locked, I check the time to find out it's 6:18, me assuming that is AM, I go back to sleep. I fall asleep for exactly 10 minutes more, and that's when I wake up thanks to the feeling of vomit coming up my throat, making me want to throw up. I get up quickly and run towards the bathroom, right before I open the door of my bedroom I grab a bathrobe and put it on as I open the door. Thank God the bathroom is empty, as soon as I get in I throw my guts out into the toilet. I start coughing and again I start throwing up. I hear some running and out of nowhere I start feeling a hand in my back, drawing circles. I was about to turn to look who it was but another wave of vomit hits me.

"Hey! Wow! Let it all out.... it's okay." I hear the voice of my brother in a soothing way, trying to calm me down. I start coughing, and still with my head stuck in the toilet, I start looking for something with my hand to clean my mouth with. That's when James hands me a wipe. "Here, it's a baby wipe." I take my head out and clean my mouth with it. I feel James grabbing my hair and tying it with God's know what. "Are you okay?" James asks while he keeps drawing circles with his palm.

"Yeah, I guess."

"What happened?"

"I don't know, I was fine yesterday." I say as I flush the toilet after I close the lead.

"What did you had for dinner?"

"Umm.... some vegetables." I say still sitting in the floor, resting my face in the closed lead of the toilet.

"From where?"

"The Russian Tea Room..." I say quietly.

"What?! He took you to dinner there?!"

"Yeah...." I say looking up to stand up, but that's when the room starts spinning like crazy.

"Well I'm pretty sure you didn't got sick there. How was it?" Says James standing up and giving me his hand to stand up.

"Good.... but you end up being hungry in half an hour. We went to buy hot dogs after dinner." I say grabbing his hand but stay in the floor, waiting for the room to stop spinning.

"No kidding... From where?"

"Ummm... From a cart on Central Park." I say closing my eyes, really trying to focus on James words.

"Well no wonder why you're throwing your guts out!"

"But we never get sick!"

"Yeah! But come on Em! That doesn't mean we're invincible."

"I know!" I say standing up with the help of James with my eyes still closed not daring to open them . I start washing my face when I hear the door to Jen's room open.

"What's going on?" Asks Jen looking at us in the bathroom.

"Emma just threw up." Answers James while I dry my face.

"Why? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just think the pizza from the other day and last night's hot dogs got the best of me." I say sitting in the closed toilet, trying to make my head stop spinning. I start trying to control my breathing, to see if I can calm myself and by consecutive my head.

"He took you out to eat hot dogs?! Really?!"

"Oh noo! He took her to The Russian Tea Room! But she was still hungry after it so he took her to get some hot dogs." Answers James all excited, while I keep concentrating in my breathing.

"What?! No way! How was it?"

"Good, but it doesn't fill you." Answers James for me once again, and that's when I lost them. I can hear them talking but to be honest, I don't give a crap, since I feel like crap.