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~ I sat up in the bed drowsy from sleep. The only thing stopping me from running to the toilet is the height of this bed and the fear of falling from moving to quick.
I took a big breath before opening my eyes the only light coming from the streetlights lighting up the dark streets. I threw the covers off of me my damp hair sticking to my back. I peeled the drenched shirt from my hot body tossing it on the floor. After a while I set my feet over the edge of the bed going to get up. Elijah started moving around his hand outstretched to my side feeling around. "Mercy?" He called, tiredness evident in his voice.
"Go back to sleep. I'm fine."
I breathed getting out of bed and going into the bathroom. Hitting the lights I'm blinded for a few seconds before seeing myself in the mirror. I tried running cold water over my hands and splashing my face but nothing seemed to work to get me to cool down. Before I knew it that wave of nausea pushed through me fast and I hunched over the toilet that was purposely left seat up for times like this.
I didn't know what was worse the heat or the aftertaste left in my mouth. Lazily I reached to flush the toilet, me now sitting on the floor. My head felt like it was spinning, today being the worst I've felt in days. Going to lay my head down I'm stopped and I whine almost crying
"nooo, stop it."
"Beautiful you can't lay your head on the toilet seat that's nasty."
"Then there's no difference between me and it at the moment." I complain
Elijah sighs grabbing one of my scrunchies from the cabinet and tying my hair up with it. "So thoughtful." I mumble leaning my back against his legs
"What time is it?"
"Almost four."
I looked up at him now feeling bad. We have to be up at five and now he's not going to get enough sleep. He needs all the sleep he can get seeing as he rarely gets enough as is. "You can go back to sleep, I'm probably going to be here for a while."
"I'm good."
"Seriously Elijah, you don't have to sit here and watch me puke."
He gave me this look that said we weren't arguing about this and his mind was already made up. That's doesn't mean I'd give up though "are you sure? I'm okay here, this is nothing." I say giving him my best smile which wasn't actually my best because I felt like shit
"Stop being so damn stubborn." He huffs getting towels from the cabinet. "I'm fine, clearly your not and I'm not going back to sleep any time soon so if that's what you're worried about then don't."
"I don't want to bother you with this."
He walks out of the bathroom and into the room before coming back with my toiletries. "You aren't bothering me." Is all he says while starting to run a bath
