Perfect Storm [Completed]

Sick

I wake up to sobs coming from Sam.

"Sam, babe, what's wrong?"

"I-I feel horrible," he says.

"About what happened or-"

Before I can finish the sentence, he runs to our bathroom. I follow him to the bathroom to see him hunched over the toilet.

"Sam?"

He groans and throws up. I sit down beside him and rub his back.

"Ugh, this is awful. I feel like crap."

"Come on, let's get you to bed," I say. I carry him to the bed and leave to get a bucket for him.

"Thanks, Colbs. I love you."

He groans and throws up again. I rub his back as he continues to throw up. I push back his sweaty bangs and continue to rub his back. He finishes puking and collapses onto the bed. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close as he breathes shakily.

"You'll be okay Sammy. I'm here. What do you need?"

"Just stay with me please."

I hold him tighter and he falls asleep again. I head downstairs to get some crackers and ginger ale for Sam.

"Is Sam okay?" Elton asks.

"He's thrown up a few times. He might have a stomach bug," I say.

"Does he need anything?" Elton asks.

"No, he said he just wanted me to stay with him. But I thought crackers and ginger ale might help."

"Okay, well let us know," he says.

I nod and head upstairs to Sam.

"Colbs, where'd you go?"

"I went to get you some crackers and ginger ale," I say.

"I don't know if I can eat anything," he says.

"Okay, well I'll keep them up here," I say.

"Can I have the ginger ale though?"

I open it for him and say, "Small sips."

He takes a sip and hands the bottle back to me. He lays down again and closes his eyes. I sit down beside him and run my hands through his hair. His forehead feels hot so I go get a wet washcloth. I put the washcloth on his forehead and lay down beside him, researching stomach flu. About twenty minutes later, he leans over the edge of the bed and throws up again. I rub his back again until he finishes.

"Colbs, when will this end? I'm tired of throwing up."

"I know Sammy. I don't know when it will be over. But I will stay by your side until you're better."

"Thanks, Colbs. You're the best."

I kiss his forehead and wrap my arms around him.

Jake comes in after Sam falls asleep again. I hold a finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet.

"Do you need anything?" Jake asks.

"Yeah, actually. Could you get some more ginger ale?"

"Of course. I'll be right back," he says.

Jake brings back ginger ale and some food for me.

"Thanks, Jake," I say.

"Colbs, what's going on?"

"Hey, Sammy. How you feeling?"

"Hmm, lousy."

"Jake just brought some more ginger ale for you and food for me."