The Volunteer And The
Patient
Chapter Twenty
Two
Alexis'
POV
I
opened my eyes and groaned, feeling achey all over. I began to
feel the urge to puke, so I slowly got off from my bed, and
walked to my bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and began to
puke, feeling like I just wanted to puke up all my insides, just
to stop the pain and sickness.
Once I had finished, I washed out my mouth,
and returned to my bed, staring at the bag of chemical stuff. I
never did ask Lily what it was. I made a mental note in my head
to ask her next time.
"I hate you. So. Freaking. Much. Do you
not understand my pain? I can barely eat with you just happily
absorbing yourself into me. I mean, it's not like I eat much
anyway..BUT STILL!.." I carried on talking to the bag of
chemicals, until my croaky voice began to get quieter. I sighed
and stared up at the ceiling, completely bored, but knowing I
wasn't strong enough to do much at the moment.
"Hey sunshine, how're you
doing?" I heard Blake's soft voice, and I turned towards
him, smiling.
"Meh, I'm okay I guess.
You?"
"Yeah, I'm okay, but you're
tired. Go to sleep while I clean your room?" he offered, and
I nodded slightly, smiling a small smile.
" 'kay," and I rolled over and
closed my eyes.
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Okay, so it's been about half an hour
now, and I still couldn't sleep. I could tell Blake was just
finishing up, but I kept my eyes closed the whole time, trying to
keep his mind at rest. God, I was freaking bored. I felt like I
had freaking insomnia, but I swore that this chemo-stuff was
meant to make me all weak and sleepy. All I'm getting is
weak, minus the sleepy part.
I
had already tried counting sheep about 5 times, but they kept
turning into dinosaurs and then into Blake's face. Talking
about Blake, I jumped in surprise as a warm hand lightly came in
contact against my forehead, as if checking my temperature. I
sighed and opened my eyes, looking up at him as he
frowned.
"You're burning up. I should go get
Lily," He stated and began to leave, but, like the ninja I
am, I grabbed onto his hand as he turned. I knew I wouldn't
be able to keep him there though; I was too weak to play tug of
war with his hand.
"Don't leave," I mumbled,
trying to use my puppy dog eyes on him.
I
knew it was selfish, seeing as he had other rooms to clean, but
since I had been put on chemotherapy a few days ago, we
hadn't seen much of each other seeing as I'd been asleep
or throwing up.
"You sure? You really are burning up
quite bad, and you look like you could do with some rest,"
he frowned. I just sighed and rolled my eyes.
"You can sort that out later..but
first, can you just stay with me until I fall asleep?" I
asked shyly. I then added, "I feel like I have freaking
insomnia."
He
chuckled and dropped his cleaning products near the door, then
came back to the bed.
"Scoot."
I
'ughed', but moved over anyway so he could get under the
covers. I snuggled up next to him as his arms snaked around my
body, pulling me closer to him, and I sighed in relief, as sleep
soon overcame me. I could have sworn that I heard him whisper
into my hair, "I love you," but maybe that was the
sleep that was confusing me. I eventually fell into a land of
peace and comfortable darkness.
Author's Note: I haven't been feeling too
good lately, so that's why this part is late. Really sorry,
please don't hate me <3
I love you all <3