I rolled over in the bed and hit my alarm off. 3 am: time for my beauty ritual. After starting it at NYADA, it felt strange to going back to doing it at night, therefore the early time stuck. I reached blindly to Finn's side of the bed to find it empty. I frowned and walked towards the light in the bathroom.
"Finn?" I said opening the door just a crack.
"Hey Rach." He said weakly, his head resting on the toilet seat. He looked so pitiful, his long legs tangled awkwardly around the basin; his face pale and eyes red rimmed.
"Aww baby." I said kneeling to the floor. "How long have you been in here?"
"Awhile." He said croaking. "Feel sick."
I pressed my hand against his forehead. "You're running a fever." She said biting her lip. "Are you done being sick?" She asked rubbing my back softly.
"For now."
I flushed the contents of his stomach down and tried to pick up his large frame and lead him back to bed. He tucked himself under the covers and shivered under all the blankets, the fever obviously raging through his body at this point. I grabbed a bucket and placed it on the ground beside the bed and ran to get the thermometer.
I stuck the thermometer under his tongue and texted Kurt: Can't make lunch. Finn is sick.
He texted me back immediately: K. Tell him I hope he feels better.
The thermometer beeped. "102." I read aloud. Finn cringed and dug his face into the pillow. I crawled next to him in the bed and pressed his back into my stomach. He groaned and grabbed my hand pressing it into his stomach. I rubbed tight, firm circles on his bloated tummy and ran my fingers through his hair with my other hand. Just when I thought he was about to fall asleep he jumped up and grabbed the trash can, throwing up once again. I sat up and rubbed his shoulders as he continued to be sick.
"Rachel." He whined "I feel so sick."
"Shh." I said putting his head on my shoulder. "It will get better."
He nuzzled his face in my neck and whimpered.
"Oh Finn."