I Love You More Than I Can Ever Scream

I sprung up in Andy, and I's bed hearing loud cough's coming from our bathroom. I noticed Andy wasn't beside me anymore so I hopped out of bed, and walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it.
"Andy are you okay?" I said.
"Yeah I just don't feel well." He coughed again, and I knew he was throwing up.
"Do you need anything?" I asked him.
"Can you get me some water?" He said weakly.
"Yes of course!" I said, walking away from the door, and towards the kitchen. It's been a month since we moved to LA, and we were settling in nicely. I had started work in the company, and I was already promoted from the Corps de ballet to a soloist. It was insane, and it doesn't happen to many people. I was basically guaranteed to be a prima ballerina by the end of this year. The band was to start recording by next week. Andy was so excited, even if the label was small, and the budget was almost non-existent. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, and ran back to the bathroom. I opened the door, and saw Andy sitting on the ground holding his stomach.
"Are you sure your alright?" I asked. He groaned.
"I can't get sick!" He said upsettedly. I rubbed his back, and he leaned his head on my shoulder.
"Do you want to come back to bed?" I asked, as he took a sip out of his water bottle. He nodded, and I stood up, grabbing his hand, and we walked to the bedroom. He uneasily got into his side of the bed, and pulled me into his chest.

Notes

Sorry if this chapter is short!!! I have to for dance!