You wake up in the night with a terrible feeling in your stomach. You creep silently out of bed, trying not to wake Ethan.
You sneak you're way to the bathroom across the hall. You see your ghostly figure in the mirror. You turn on the sink and cup your hands to get a sip of water hoping that it would make you feel somewhat better. Nope, you quickly knelt in front of the toilet and the water came up.
At this point you were now dry heaving, when Ethan heard you. He quietly opened the door and peered in.
"Hey baby, you okay?" He whispers.
"No." You shake your head slowly, trying to get too dizzy.
Ethan sits beside you and rubs your back.
"Want to go back to bed and I will take care of you?" He asks.
He help you stand and walks you back to bed. He helps you get comfortable, then leaves to get you a cold washcloth.
He comes back with the washcloth and more blankets. He covers you and crawls back into bed. He sits up and plays with your hair to make you feel slightly better.
