Warning: talks over sickness, and throw up.
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Another fit of coughs escaped your lips as you clutched your stomach. You could feel Tyler's hand rubbing circles on your back to comfort youâ to let you know he was there for you.
You then shot up from your place on the bed, dashing into the bathroom as you felt your throat burn with the toxic liquid. You made it just in time to throw up into the toilet.
Tyler was quick to follow you, so he could hold your hair back so it isn't get into the disgusting toilet water.
You heard him searching around in the cabinet, while holding your hair back with one hand. Another gag escaped your throat as your stomach tried to push everything you had eaten today into the toilet.
Tyler soon found what he was looking for, and tied your hair up with a hair tie, before taking a washcloth and running it through the cold water.
He stood there, ready to hand you the wet, and cold washcloth to wipe your mouth. It took you a minute to regain your balance, feeling more weak than you had ever before.
Your stomach muscles hurt, and your body was drained from any nourishment it needed. You excepted the washcloth, wiping your nose and mouth with it.
"You okay?" Tyler asked in a concerned tone.
You only nodded, not finding the strength to answer with words. He gave you a sympathetic smile, leaving the room without any words.
You waited for a moment, knowing that he will come back soon. He wouldn't leave your side when you were sick. He knew you hated being alone, especially when you were fighting a bug.
When he returned he had a water in one hand and a long body-sized pillow in the other. He set the water on the sink counter, and laid the pillow on the floor so you could sit on it.
You curled up on the pillow, and he handed you your warm water, which was supposed to help you not throw up as much.
"Thank you." You rasped, your throat sore from throwing up. He only smiled, sitting down beside you as you took a sip of the water.
You set the water down, and Tyler took that as an invitation to wrap his arms around your frail body. You were surprised he was so loving and cuddly when you were sick, and most likely contagious.
Tyler didn't seem to mind though, his only priority was to make sure you felt better.
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I'm sick so I decided to write one of these.