You had never felt so ill before. You were knelt over the toilet, clutching the bowl, the contents of your stomach filling it. Whether it was something you had eaten or just a bug, you had suddenly come over feeling ill and there was little time to act before you needed a receptacle for you vomit. No one liked being sick, but you were especially unimpressed as you were at your girlfriend's house, all you could be grateful for was that her sister was out of the house, leaving you and Queenie alone in the flat.

As soon as you started retching, Queenie had rushed to your side asking what she could do to help before realising you were a bit too preoccupied to answer. She grabbed your hair, gathering it in her hands so that it was away from your face and not falling into the toilet.

"It's going to be okay," Queenie cooed, moving your hair into one of her hands so that the other one could rub gentle circles against your back.

A few moments later, you stopped being sick, so pulled the toilet handle, and collapsed backwards onto the floor, leaning your head against the cabinet. Being sick always took all your energy, and you wished that your girlfriend didn't have to see you in such a state.

Queenie told you that she would be a moment, whilst you wiped your mouth with toilet roll. You let out a sigh, hating how you felt, and just hoping it would only happen once. She quickly returned to the bathroom with a glass of cold water and offered it to you. You took a mouthful of it.

"Sip it," she stated. "Hopefully it'll make you feel better."

You did as you were told, only taking little sips of the clear liquid.

"Thank you, Queenie," you croaked, trying not to spend too long away from your water as it was helping calm the need to be sick.

"How are you feeling now, sweetie?" She questioned, running a hand through your now sweat coated hair.

"A bit better," you said. "I don't know what came over me."

She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. Now, I'm going to lay a couple of towels down whilst you finish your water and I'll be back with some fresh pyjamas."

You didn't deserve Queenie. She was too good to you, and you wished that you could offer her as much support as she offered you.

"Thank you," you smiled softly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

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Written by Charlotte.