Cancer Ain't Gonna Stop Me

❀Chapter Twenty❀

Chapter Twenty - The Aftermath is a Bitch.

Ava's P.O.V.

The next day.

I woke up, feeling an arm wrapped around my waist and I knew this feeling all to well.

I looked around, feeling my heart start to quicken and that's when I noticed I was in Rivera's room, in bed with her. I tried my hardest to remember what happened last night, but nothing– all I got was a god damn headache.

As I removed Rivera's arm off of me– that's when I noticed that I was also half naked, looking over to her side, seeing that she was just the same.

Did we? No, we couldn't have..

But what if we di—

My head started throbbing. It felt like someone was hammering nails into my skull and it hurt like a bitch.

Once my pain went away for one tad moment. I felt something in my stomach start to rise, as I quickly bolted into Rivera's bathroom, puking my damn guts out in the toilet.

Never again I'm gonna drink that much...

All the noise I was making, plus me bolting out of Rivera's bed must've woken her up, cause that's when I felt her next to me, holding my hair away from my face, but just having her near me hurt– so I just pushed her away, even though I didn't want to.

“I'm fine, thank you” I told her.

Even though I clearly wasn't. My throat felt like it was on fire and my head was killing me. I literally felt so sick and I most definitely hated it.

“You're not fine. I'm a doctor. So, I know when someone is clearly not feeling okay”.

I was about to say something, but before I could–  I went back to puking my damn guts out and after I was finished. I just rested my head on the side of the toilet. I knew it was unsanitary, but I didn't care. I felt like complete and utter shit.

I noticed Rivera was no longer in the bathroom with me, while I attempt to get up on my feet and I managed to stop the room from spinning. I just went over to the sink and started to wash my face along with gargling my mouth. I hate the after taste of vomit– as everyone else– just by the bitterness made me feel like puking again, but it didn't come out this time.

“Here take this, it'll make you feel better” I heard Rivera's voice behind me, seeing her put a glass of water next to me and some pills.

“Also, feel free to wash up, cause I'm sure that'll help with your hangover”.

“Where are my clothes?” I asked without even looking at her. I couldn't look at her. Because just being right near her makes me feel so vulnerable. I just wanted to be in her arms. I just wanted her to hold me and never let go, but I knew that was never gonna happen and it hurt.

“They're in the washer” She told me “You can wear my clothes for now” She said closing the bathroom door before she left.

When Rivera left me. I just sighed deeply, looking at myself in the mirror.

Why did I end up putting myself into this situation?

I just looked at the pills that Rivera got me and reluctantly took them, washing them down with the water, which I finished, cause my throat felt dry from all that puking.

I, then started to undress myself, turning the shower on, making sure it was the right temperature, and when it was– I just stepped under the water and it honestly felt good.