Page 6 of No Apologies
“Five seconds starting now. Fine. I feel like shit but I haven’t puked in about twenty minutes so I’m calling that a win. Your turn, how’s the nausea?”
“It’s not so bad.”
She could hear Jemma’s smile on the other end of the phone, “How many times has Cash had to stop the car?”
“Uh like… twice?”
“Five times.” A gruff male voice full of laughter was muffled on the other end.
Skylar grinned as she listened to them argue and tease each other. They were so good together. It would have been clear to a complete stranger but she’d had the pleasure of seeing it up close and personal. They’d been cute back in high school, when they’d first fallen in love. But seeing them together now, older and wiser, having overcome their issues, they were perfection. She’d been wary of the relationship at first but seeing them together it was impossible to deny they were meant to be together.
That was what she wanted. Someone to finish her sentences and tease her about her quirks and look at her like…
“Oh God…” She shot upright as her stomach turned.
“Sky? Skylar are you okay?”
She could hear Jemma calling her name on the other end of the phone as she heaved over the toilet bowl again. She couldn’t answer though. She was too busy spilling her guts and trying not to die.
“Oh damn, is she puking too?” Cash’s voice was muffled but there, “Baby, I can’t handle much more of that sound. Tell her you’ll call her back.”
God bless that man.
“Sky, can you hear me? Sky? Okay, honey, we’re going to call you back later. If you get worse, please call your mom and go to the hospital. Feel better. Love you. Bye.”
Skylar dry-heaved for another ten minutes after the phone clicked off. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand. She swished with the mouthwash she’d dragged down from the counter and spit it into the toilet before flushing. She crawled back to her blankets and curled up with a groan.
She’d rather die than go to the hospital… and she was starting to think she just might.
