Abby stirs but doesn't awaken when she hears Lee enter the bathroom and turn the shower on. It's not until the sounds of his retching reach her that she stirs again, this time mumbling and scrubbing a hand over her face as she sits up. She frowns as she hears the noises from the bathroom and stands up from the bed, shuffling over to the bathroom door. Knocking, she speaks up. Lee? Lee...are you okay?
He groans softly, flushing the toilet and closing the lid. Laying his head against the cool surface he has to make several attempts at speaking before he can do so without sounding panicked. Yeah...yeah....He takes a deep breath. Just upset stomach...He bites his lip at the small lie, knowing he can't keep this to himself for ever but unwilling to lose everything in this moment.
She tries the door and, finding it unlocked, opens it and steps into the bathroom. She looks slightly shocked at the sight of him, naked on the floor in front of the toilet. She crouches down next to him, her hand at his forehead. Have you been feeling sick all day?
He curls his arms and legs against himself when she comes into the room, feeling ashamed at being seen by her, like this. Once she's moved close and has her hand on him however, he can't resist the urge to shift his body and lean against her. No...just hit me as I was leaving work. He swallows hard, dry heaving now that his stomach is empty though the feeling of nausea persists.
No, baby...He looks up at her, so many mixed emotions behind his expression as he finally gives her a weak smile, thinking she looks so innocent in her sleep-rumpled state. Hand me a towel? He asks as he straightens and gets to his feet,
She nods, her brow furrowed at the expression on his face as she stands up with him. Grabbing a bath towel from the rack behind her, she hands it to him. Do you think you ate something wrong?
Wrong...yeah. I definitely shouldn't have...He tells her quietly as he wraps the towel around his waist and moves to the sink, picking up his toothbrush and squeezing a large glob of toothpaste onto it.
He shakes his head, spitting into the sink and rinsing his mouth. He's not about to answer her question with 'med student'. No...can we just go lay down?
Sure. She wraps an arm around his waist as they walk back into the bedroom. Here, let me get you something to wear. She moves to his dresser, pulling out a clean pair of boxers and a tshirt.
Thank you. He has difficulty meeting her gaze as he takes the clothing and gets dressed. He smooths his hand down the front of his shirt, telling himself to say something to her but he just can't do it. Instead he wraps his arms around her in a hug, squeezing her tightly. I'm sorry I woke you up.
He looks down at her, unable to keep this up, telling himself he's being a coward and cruel to let her stand there feeling bad for him when he's done the inexcusable. I'm okay...I need...Abigial, do you know how much I love you? I need you to know I love you. He sits on the edge of the bed, dropping his head into his hands.
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