Always Remember (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 40 'Doctor'

Laney's POV

I felt something at the pit of my stomach when I woke up. I knew what was coming next so I ran to Wesley's bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and puked out my guts for the second week in a row. I think I need to go see a doctor. I'm so tired of waking up puking every morning. I heard a loud thud from his room and scurrying around. Wesley groggily walked into the bathroom looking worried. He leaned down and rubbed my back soothingly. He tried to hold my hair back, but was too tired and failed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm sick or something. I've been puking for awhile now." I brushed my teeth and refreshened my breath. Wesley was hungover completely. He groaned with a headache, but didn't puke thankfully.

"Here, take this," I offered giving him some headache medicine. He swallowed the large pills and laid back down.

"Someone's regretting last night, huh?"

"I didn't even think I drank that much."

"You drank almost eight bottles Wes," I reminded. You really do lose track after a couple.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Why? It's your life, if you wanna drink I won't stop you."

"Because I shouldn't have, and I should've spent last night with you, not getting drunk with my friends. Plus I'm sure you just loved sleeping with and taking care of a drunk last night," he sarcastically said.

"Thanks Wesley, but I really don't care. I still love you, and I don't think it'll change anytime soon," I chuckled. We laid in bed for awhile to relax and enjoy our time together. I decided I should probably go home soon, so I gathered my stuff and changed into my clothes from last night.

"I'll talk to you sometime today, um, text me maybe?"

"Okay, will do, that is if I don't fall asleep for the rest of the day," he chuckled. I pressed my lips to his forehead and left him laying on his bed.

"Do you need anything before I leave?"

"Could you actually get me another glass of water?" I nodded and took his glass to fill it up. I filled it up and placed it back down on his night stand.

"One more thing," he added. He motioned for me to come closer to him. I rolled my eyes and leaned down so his lips were to my ear.

"Give me a real kiss," he whispered jokingly. I cupped his face and pecked his lips.

"There, happy?"

"Very," he smiled widely. I walked downstairs and saw Keaton sitting on the couch playing xbox. He waved me goodbye and I walked out the door. I walked home, since I didn't drive here.

"Hey mom, I wanna talk to you," I said.

"Okay, do you want to go in my room?"

"No, here's fine," I assured. I told her how I had been sick and puking these past couple days, or week. She didn't seem too worried, but she wanted me to go see the doctor today. I hate the doctor to be honest. It's not that I'm scared or anything, it's just that every time I go there, it seems like I only get bad news. Like the time I tore my ACL, or broke my wrist, or found out I had strep throat, and even my ear infections. I shouldn't be worried today, I'm only puking.

"Should I go with you?"

"No, I'll be fine," I answered. I had already asked Keaton if he would go with me because I knew Wesley wouldn't be in the mood. On top of that, if something was seriously wrong with me, I don't want Wesley to worry. I went to pick Keaton up in Sammy's new car since I obviously don't have mine. When he got in the car he looked worried.