Twisted

“I bet you twenty bucks that you can’t keep it down for more than ten minutes.” Eli’s voice brought me back to my senses. Sighing lightly, I leaned into his side and closed my eyes, already feeling sick to my stomach. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders as I curled my legs up onto the hospital bed. “It’s alright, Nah, don’t try to swallow it back.” He reminded me.

“Whatever,” I said, rather harshly might I add. “You wouldn’t know what it feels like to be sick for months on end.” Chemo had a rather negative effect on me; it made me crabbier and easily irritated.

“But I do know what it feels like to be thrown up on,” He added. “Remember that?” He looked down at me and smiled. “It was the first time you went through chemo, as nervous as you were, you threw up on me before you even started!” A small smile bent its way onto my lips and I laughed slightly. “Then after, you threw up on me again and I only had one change of-” He stopped himself from carrying on his sentence when I reached across his body to grasp the kidney dish from the table to puke my guts out. “Looks like you owe me twenty bucks,” Eli chuckled as he rubbed my back diligently. I would’ve hit him or glared at him but instead I just set the kidney dish on the ground and leaned back into the bed.

“You’re living with me and CC,” I replied, groaning in pain.

“Well, at least we’re back in LA, so we can actually go home and not sleep in a hotel.” Eli added. I nodded slightly, comforted at the idea of an actual home to live in. I sat back up as he handed me a glass of water and an empty glass. I sipped from the glass of water and rinsed out my mouth before spitting it back into the empty glass. “Classy,” I rolled my eyes at his comment.

“It’s better than keeping the smell and taste in my mouth.” I retorted.

-20 Minutes Later-

Eli’s cell phone rang loudly but quickly ceased in his attempt to not wake me from my sleep. I blinked my eyes three or four times before looking out the window of the car. Rain drops were pounding against the side of car and the asphalt road. Little droplets streaked down the window, looking as if they were racing each other and the person who won would get the biggest, most desire prize; spilling over the edge of the car and hitting the road at 60 miles per hour.
I pulled the sleeve of my navy blue cardigan over my palms and clutched at the fabric with my fingers before setting my left elbow on the center console of the car. I listened to the rhythmic pounding of the raindrops against the roof of the car and found myself relaxing into the seat, being beckoned by sleep again. “Yeah, she just woke up.” Eli spoke into his phone, glancing over at me before turning his attention back to the road. His broken leg had healed over the past few months, but his driving was still a bit skittish; well awful really. “Not long, maybe a minute?... Alright, cool. Later.” He tapped his phone and set it back down, “Morning sleepy head.”

“Shhh,” I responded, “Listening to the rain.”

“Yeah, well not for long becauseeee,” He trailed off slightly as he rounded a corner, leaning forward to see around the bend, “We are home.” I sighed happily as he parked in the drive way, since we hadn’t installed the garage opener yet. He yanked the keys from the ignition and reached behind my seat to get an umbrella. My fingers wrapped around the door handle, ready to open it before Eli interjected. “Whoa, you can’t get your tank wet remember?” I groaned. This stupid oxygen tank kept me from doing everything, I had to lug around an extra 20 pounds where ever I went, it couldn’t get wet, it can’t be in heat, and it only hold enough oxygen for two and a half hours.

Eli climbed out of the car with the umbrella open, got the metal little cart for my tank and opened my door. He bent down and grabbed the tank and set it on the cart before I could get out. Even when I got out he me rushed my inside so there was no chance that it we could get wet.

I plopped down on the grey couch the sat in the living room. Currently, it was the only thing in the room since we hadn’t been given much time to move in considering our lives, but this room was my favorite in the whole house. It was a small little area that was separated from the kitchen and had a ton of windows. By the windows was a sitting bench, which was the perfect spot to read. I didn’t get to enjoy it much though, because sleep was demanding over my body. I set Norman, that’s what I called my oxygen tank, down in front of the couch and lay down, quickly falling asleep.

Notes

So, I'm not dead, if you were wondering. I'm sorry for the lack of my updates, I haven't really been in the mood to write and I've been caught up in some things. I do know how I'm going to end this story though, because that's what's going to happen unless I can find some more inspiration.

Again, I'm sorry for not updating in a while, and I will try to do so more often :) Love you guys!