▲▽James Madison's P.O.V.▼△
★Modern AU ★
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"James, could you get the box of Macaroni and Cheese from the cabinet?" Thomas' voice called from the kitchen. I was seated at the kitchen table with my laptop sitting in front of me, my eyes stinging from staring at the Word Document app for too long.
I stood up and walked to where the Mac and Cheese was, grabbing the box. "Here," I say in a monotone voice, my arm sticking out with the box in my hand. I knew he was doing this to get me away from my laptop. He knew I've been sitting there for a long time, trying to finish the essay that was due in two days.
"Could you also get me the milk and butter stick?" He asked as I noticed he was reaching for a pot, the tie on his apron very rushed and about to fall again. I couldn't help but smile. I placed the box down on the counter and retied the apron strings. "Oh, thank you."
I grabbed the carton of milk and a stick of butter for the Mac and Cheese royalty himself. I placed both on the counter as I used my back to close the fridge. "Anything else, your highness?" I teased, bowing before the Virginian.
"Yes," he looked at me after he placed the spoon and pot down. He raised his arms up for a hug and I couldn't help but laugh. I accepted his hug and hid my face in his chest, taking in his scent. He smelled of his expensive cologne and his deodorant, but also of a bit of campfire scent, which I adored.
I separated. "I have to finish my essay," I told him, my arms still wrapped around him.
"I know. You just need to take a break," he rubbed circles on my back comfortingly.
"But I have so much on my plate," I complained in return, which made him chuckle.
"That's alright. A small break will do," he told me and turned me around. He gently pushed me to the couch and made me sit down. He smiled to me. "I'll make you some tea and some food. After we are done eating, then you may continue with your essay."
"Can I work on it now?" I asked with slight irritation.
"Nope!" Thomas said, popping the p in 'nope'. I groan which made him laugh as he walked back to the kitchen to make what he wanted. I grabbed the TV remote and looked through the channels, finding something to watch. When I saw Kitchen Nightmares, I put the remote down and watched. I heard it's pretty good, or that's what Thomas says.
"Are you watching Gordon Ramsay without me?" Thomas called from the kitchen which made me laugh.
"Yup!" I replied, popping the p. Thomas groaned in reply and kept making food.
Sooner than I thought, Thomas sat down next to me and handed me my pills, a cup that steamed, and a bowl. I took the pills first and swallowed them using the green tea Thomas made. I then ate the Mac as we both watched Gordon yell at someone.
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"Yes, I will," I said through the phone, writing the time and the date the doctor said.
"Thank you," the doctor replied before hangin up. I placed my phone down and sat at the table, running my hands down my face in frustration. I had an appointment the next day for new anxiety medicine, plus some other medicine that will 'help me with sickness'.
The door opened to the dorm and Thomas walked in. "I'm back from shopping," He says as he placed plastic bags on the kitchen counter. "I didn't know if you wanted to try new tea because they ran out of green tea. So I got you this new kind that is suppose to taste like lemon."
As he read what the tea flavor was, I grabbed the paper I wrote on before he walked in and stuffed it into my pocket. I didn't really want him to worry about the new pills. "That's alright. I'll try it and if I don't like it, I'll pay you back," I reply.
Thomas looked at me with surprise. "No, no, no, Jemmy. I'm not letting you pay me back. I'll just buy you new tea."
I rolled my eyes. "Thomas, it's alright. I'll just deal with it if I have to."
Thomas walked over to me and brought me in for a hug. "What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" He asked in a soothing manor.
I sighed and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. I closed my eyes as I said, "The doctor wants me to try new anxiety medicine, plus some."
"Plus some?"
"New medicine that will make me 'less sick'," I put air quotes around less sick.
"Ah," Thomas replied and rubbed my back. "We'll get through it. I'll be there every step of the way."
I tightened the hug, smiling. "Thank you."
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Days passed and I was getting more sick than I was before. Every morning, I'd take the medicine for helping me with sickness and before I eat, I'd take my anxiety pills. After lunch, I'd throw up everything I'd eaten that day. Every evening, I'd take another anxiety pill before dinner and I'd never finish dinner. I would be full by the first few bites.
Thomas noticed my changes and tried to help me through it. He'd make healthier, easier foods for me to eat but it wouldn't work. He'd make me tea, almost running out half way through the week. It was going horrible.
I finally had enough this morning and called the doctor. He said they were 'side effects'. These side effects have made me skinner by the day. As much as I like to be skinny, I'm starving here.
I sat at the table, my head resting on it as I waited for Thomas to get back with tea. I haven't been in school for two days now and he's been getting me everything I needed. This is why I loved him.
Thomas opened the door and came in, piles of books in his arms along with the green tea resting on top of it all. "I'm back."
I groan in response to his soft tone, closing my eyes. My stomach gargled with dissatisfaction. I flinched at the feeling and opened my eyes once more. "Thomas, I don't think I want to take this medication anymore," I mumble.
"You said this yesterday, Jemmy," he mumbles with worry, rushing over with a mug of green tea.
He placed it in front of my face as I sat up. "I know," I mumbled, blowing on the tea a bit. "I'm just so hungry."
"Maybe you should see a different doctor," Thomas suggested, sitting down next to me and placing one hand on my thigh. "I'm worried for you."
I look at him and twist around in my chair to face him. I took a sip of tea and Thomas moved closer. He finally decided to pick me up and bring me to the couch, where it's more comfortable.
He placed me down carefully as I still held the mug. I took a sip as he sat down next to me. I laid my head on his shoulder as he wrapped one arm around me, kissing my head. "I'll be alright," I mumbled to him.
"We're going to see this doctor tomorrow, Jem," he murmurs into my hair.
"Thom-"
"We're going to see this doctor tomorrow," he repeated, looking at me. I looked up at him and he kisses me softly. As soon as he pulls away, he brought me closer. "Relax, Jemmy, I'll have everything handled."
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"Thank you!" I called to the new doctor Thomas brought me to. Thomas held my hand, intertwined fingers with mine.
"Jem, are you happier?" He asked sweetly.
"Very much," I replied with a smile, Thomas carrying the bag of new anxiety pills that we just got. "Thank you."
"No need. I just want what's best for you," he replied and kisses my cheek. My face flushes. "Now let's get something from a restaurant. I'm starving."
"How about Friendly's?" I suggested.
"Do they have Mac and Cheese?"
"We'll have to find out."
"James, you remind me of Mac and Cheese."
"Why?" I looked at him with curiosity.
"I love Mac and Cheese." He stared off into the distance with love.
"Aw."
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Word Count: 1431
Published: 3-3-18