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Jay and Scout
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Sep 16, 2014 05:06PM
He lifted her up slightly once more and watched her closely,
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She made it half way up the stairs and grimaced. "My lungs can't take anymore." She said hoarsely, coughing and leaning more against him.
He immediately picked her up bride style and walked upstairs into a room, he set her on his bed and and looked at her worriedly, "You okay?"
She held on to him tightly as he took her to his room as set her down, breathing heavily. "I'm good." She said, calming down her breathing.
He took her hand and looked deeply into her eyes concerned, "You sure?"
She forced a small smile and looked back at him. "Yeah. I'm sure. Just out of shape." She joked to lighten the mood.
He chuckled and squeezed her hand concerned still,
She looked around his room. "Where will I be sleeping?" Sarah asked.
"I'm cleaning this room out. You'll be sleeping in here." He said softly,
"Then....where will you be sleeping?" She asked softly.
He sighed, "I'm on the pull out couch downstairs." He said with a smile.
She frowned. "You don't have to sleep on the couch because of me. I don't want to impose.",
He shook his head, "No. It's fine. I usually fall asleep down there anyways.
Sarah noticed his weak grasp. "You okay?" She asked sincerely.
She frowned and scooted closer to him, holding his face in her hands. "Don't lie to me." She said softly, starring into his eyes.
His eyes closed as he collapsed, he moaned as he blacked out,
"Jake!" She exclaimed, catching before he walks and laying him down on his bed. She ignored the pain in her chest. He was more important right now. Sarah stroked his hair. "Wake up. Please." She whispered.
He moaned, struggling to remain awake at the sound of her voice, his hand flew to his forehead, it felt as if his brain had just exploded,
She saw him hold his head and stood up, walking to bathroom, leaning against the wall. When she got to the bathroom she rummaged through his cabinets until she found some Advil. She took two pills and filled a glass of water, then made her way back to his room, sitting down on the bed beside him. "Can you sit up for me?" She asked softly.
He held back a sob in pain as he sat up slowly, gripping his head firmly, grunting in pain.
She helped him sit up, holding his head up with her hand. She tilted his head up gently and slipped the pills in, then poured a small amount of water in too. "Swallow." She commanded nicely.
He gulped and hugged her tightly, yelping in pain as his head throbbed, he gripped her gently, biting his tongue to hold back another sob.
"Sshhh. Shhhh. You're okay. You're okay." She soothed, rubbing his back gently. She fought back a groan in pain as he hugged her.
He shook violently and pulled away, he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him... ((Erm. No details please 0-0))
((What? Lol))Sarah watched him bolt out of the room with a frown.
((I am not describing the barfig noises from the bathroom....))He winced in pain and sobbed,
She came into the bathroom and hesitated to walk up behind him. "What's wrong?"
He kneeled infront of the toilet and puked, ((Nasty.))
His throat burned. He yelped in pain.
"I'm going to call an ambulance okay?" She said, tears brimming her eyes.((What's wrong with him? Lol)
((I don't know... Diabetes maybe? *shrug*))He shook his head violently, "No it's happens." He moaned and shook violently once more,
((Ooo, interesting))She frowned and leaned against the counter. "What can I do to help you?"
He leaned over as he puked once more, his eyes bloodshot and blurry,
She knelt down beside him and rubbed his back. "Jake..I think I should call an ambulance."
He shook his head, "it's been worse." He said, coughing, and clenched his teeth,
"When will he pain go away?" She asked, which reminded herself of her own pain coming from under her ribs. Blood stained her shirt.
He shrugged slightly, and broke out in a sweat,
She continued to rub his back with a frown, then kissed the back of his head.
He froze and looked over at her, he smiled slightly then glanced down at her shirt, "God!" He yelped and stood up, angry at himself now, he clutched his stomach but held it back,
"W-what?" She stuttered, Confusion and fear in her eyes.
He picked her up carefully and walked her to the bed, he muttered curse words to himself as he looked down at her shirt,
She was about to protest as he picked her up, but then looked down at what he was looking at when he laid her down. "Oh...I'm sure it's nothing."""
He shook his head and peeled her shirt up slowly.
She shifted a little as he did, peering down. "Just one stitch came out." She said softly, watching some blood ooze out. "I'm sorry.."
He sighed in relief, then took his shirt off and wrapped it around her stomach lightly, to stop it from bleeding,
She briefly checked him out when he took his shirt off, but looked away so she wouldn't be caught starring. "I guess I was more focused on making sure you were okay than thinking off my stitches..."
He sighed, "Thanks, but you need to think of yourself too." He murmured, tying it securely then clenched he's teeth, paling once more,
She reached up and touched his cheek. "Take deep breaths. Nice and slow." She instructed, knowing it would help him feel better.
