Alex's Pov:

I woke up cold and feeling like shit.

Which is normal so I guess there is nothing new there.

But this was another level of feeling like shit.

In that moment I realized the pair of arms wrapped around my body and before I could savor the feeling of affection I felt the urge to throw up crawl up my throat.

I threw myself out of the bed running to the bathroom not even making it to the toilet.

I threw up in the sink.

I've always hated throwing it, I felt the bile crawl up my throat again causing me to gag. The taste was possibly even more disgusting than throwing up itself.

I felt the tears stream down my face, a natural reaction for me.

By the time I was washing out my mouth and the sink John appeared at the doorway clearly disheveled. He rubbed his eyes, his hair sticking out everywhere.

"What's up?" He said gently.

"I feel like shit. But I mean I always feel that way, this is just another level of shit,"

"You might have a fever," John pointed out, "you were way too hot last night,"

"That's what she said," I mumbled.

"AlexaNDER," John screeched waking up fully.

"You walked into that one,"

"I'm always walking into things,"

"You walked through a doorway and slammed it in my face,"

"I'm still sorry about that,"

"It's ok-" I gagged.

"Are you okay?"

I threw up again.

The feeling of heat surrounded me causing stray hairs to stick to my forehead in my sweat.

More tears erupted from my eyes making me gag again.

John ran out.

Either he is getting something or he wants to avoid this.

By the second time I was washing out my mouth he returned with a thermometer.

"Please go lay down, take this with you, I'll be right back,"

I retreated to my bed laying underneath the warm duvet wishing for someone and cuddle me.

(Is it bad that I'm gonna cry now cause I want the same thing?)

I sighed feeling almost cold. It didn't make sense.

John returned with a pink bucket and a few other things. I handed the thermometer back to him so he could turn it on.

"Open your mouth,"

He shoved the metal underneath my tongue making me gag...again.

"Sorry,"

I nodded telling him it was okay and soon enough the time was up and the thermometer beeped.

John removed it from my mouth checking it the temperature.

"102.4," he said nodding.

"Please tell me I'm dying,"

"I'm getting James,"

"I can't afford health insurance!" I yelled after him.

"Too bad!"

Next thing I knew James was standing over me and my head was spinning.

"You just have a fever, stay in bed,"

"Did you all clean up the living room?"

The room went silent.

"I'm gonna go buy you some soup," John said.

"Wait,"

"What?" John asked turning back around.

"Come here,"

"...okay,"

I dragged him down into the bed laying on top of him so he couldn't move.

"Sleep," I whispered.

"But I-"

"Don't worry John, Thomas will get the soup," James said winking.

He closed the door behind him leaving me and John in the room.

"I'm not gonna make you take a shower but do you want to brush your teeth,"

"Yes,"

"Okay,"

I rolled off of John allowing him to get up.

"Come on,"

I followed him to the bathroom where he pulled out a package of electric toothbrushes from under the sink.

"Woah,"

He handed a green one to me.

"Try not to choke,"

"I'll do my best,"

"Toothpaste is right there, I'll get you a change of clothes,"

"Okay," I nodded trying to figure out how the buttons of the toothbrush worked.

I don't think I've ever felt this clean in my life I thought to myself once I was done.

I retreated to my room to see a new sweatshirt and sweatpants.

I slipped off the clothes I was wearing putting them on, and once I was done pulling down the hoodie John walked in.

I threw the old clothes into a drawer and crawled into the bed expectantly waiting on John.

John sighed slipping under the sheet with me.

"Why are you so warm?" I whispered.

"Body heat?"

"Either way you're warm," I yawned rolling over onto John's chest.

In that moment I started coughing causing John internal panic.

"I'm okay," I said sitting back up.

"You better be,"

"I am," I smiled.

The room became a comfortable silence and right before I fell asleep I felt John's lips brush gently across my forehead.

He tucked my hair behind my ear as I held him closer.

That's when it hit me.

I shouldn't be here. I said I was leaving and I still let him do all this.

I don't deserve this.