Josh is ill, again he gets bloodwork done, and a little Jatt thrown in :)
I look at Matt, shaking.
"M-Matt, I-I feel...feel like I'm gonna..like I'm gonna..." I mutter.
"Josh? Do you feel like you're going to be sick?" He whispers. He strokes my hair, softly. It's a perfect moment.
"Y...yeah. I think I'm going to throw up..."
I am stumbling to the bathroom, as I hold it all in. I fall to my knees, and throw up again, all over my jeans. Matt frowns.
"Dude, I'm getting a nurse."
I heave in response.
Matt comes in, with a nurse. She's holding a needle. I flinch.
"Dude, she's just gonna get blood."
I start to breathe hevily. Matt squeezes my hand.
"You're gonna do fine, I'm right here, beside you."
"I know," I swallow a wad of saliva.
I gasp as the needle hits me.
"Matt....I'm gonna be sick..." I groan, before vomiting on the bed.
He hugs me, "they're almost done. Hang on."
I start crying, and shaking as the needle is ejected. The nurse puts a ninja bandaid on the wound. I calm down slightly.
Then, he does it. Matt fucking Webb kisses me. I moan softly.
"You're gonna be fine babe," He whispers in my ear.
We break apart.
"Y...you don't care if my mouth tastes like puke?" I whisper.
"You can't help it, don't worry, I can just use a breath mint for myself."
He gives me a quirky smile, and I look into his eyes.
"Matt, I'm sorry I've fucked everything up."
"Shhh, don't talk Josh. Just sleep, and they'll find out why you're puking so much."
I lean in for a peck on the cheek, and Matt kisses me, and starts exploring my mouth. I moan again.
"St...stop..." I gasp.
Matt looks at me, "You feel sick again?"
"Very, I'm gonna go throw up." I say, as I walk briskly to the small bathroom, and empty myself.
I think I'm in fucking love, and I'm falling fast....
Sorry that took long to update! I have 3 days till I go home, and lock myself in my room and stalk Tumblr and shit. xo Jules