She is the one

Part 51.

Jasmine's POV

Totally shocked and broken inside I run over to him, trying to pick him up.
- Stand up Shawn! - I say half screaming and pull him further. Tears are escaping my eyes and they won't stop. I can barely see. Shawn lays there on the floor, crying and sobbing. Finally he tries to get up and I help him, he isn't able to do it by himself.
- Let's go to your bed, come on. - I hold him tight and we walk to his bed which is in the next room. He lays down and I cover him with a blanket, then he starts to look at me again.
- Jasmine... - he says with a broken voice and stops crying for a second.
- Yes Shawn? - I ask him before I sit down on the corner of the bed right next to him. I take his hands and hold them tight.
- Uhm... - he says but I interrupt him.
- Oh wait, I forgot to get a bottle of water for you. - I say and run back into the messy living room and grab a bottle of water as I suddenly cut myself at a glass shard.
- Ouch!
I grab a handkerchief to stop the bleeding and the bottle of water and go back to Shawn.
- Here Shawn. - I say and walk over to him. I lay down the bottle of water next to him on his nightstand, but he doesn't responds.
I pull the blanket off his face and see that he's sleeping. Oh god, thanks. He needs sleep and rest now, just everything to get better. He looks so peaceful while sleeping, I hope he gets better.
I shut down the window blinds and walk back to living room. Somebody needs to clean up the mess and Shawn isn't able to do that, so I'll do.
The cut doesn't stops bleeding, why am I so unlucky? It sucks.
About half an hour later I cleaned everything up and everything looks good again. But I'm still a emotional wreck and my heart's still broken. I'll never forget what happened today, seeing Shawn like this is just the worst thing on earth. I'm still asking myself how he can think that he's a mess and that I deserve better. He isn't a mess, in the opposite. He's the definition of purity and kindness in the form of a human. He's so beautiful and just the most inspiring person in the world. Like really.
I walk over to the couch and lay down on it before I close my eyes.
I'm so tired now...
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I wake up again with a big headache and a hurting wrist. I sit up and close my eyes again. It hurts so much. Everything. My head, my wrist, my heart...just everything.
Suddenly I hear Shawn throwing up and I immediately run over to him even though it feels like my head is going to explode.
- Oh no Shawn! Are you okay?? - I ask him nervous and he lays back again. He doesn't looks very well to be honest.
I take off his shirt and cover him with the blanket again. For good he 'just' threw up on the floor, so I haven't to change the bedding. I get some stuff to clean up the mess and start wiping it away. The smell is horrible, my headache become worse and worse.
After I cleaned it all up I decided to lay down a bucket next to his bed, so he could throw up in it if he has to again.
I walk to the couch and lay down on it again. I'm anxious and nervous. I can't see Shawn like this, I just can't. I can't let him alone, he means more than anything else to me and if he feels bad I automatically feel bed as well.
I hope he feels better again when he slept for some time and got rest. Now I can just wait and see.