Takes place in season 13 and 14. I have to admit, I wish I didn't have these kind of ideas pop into my head and remain there until written. That said, this one's upsetting, but had to get done.
Pain.
All I felt was pain.
Why?
That's the only question I could ask. I thought my time to suffer was over. I finally moved on. I was starting my life over.
It's unbelievable how quickly something can be taken away from you. I was starting to feel happy, truly happy. It had been awhile since I felt so content. And then it was gone.
Why did it have to hurt this much?
All I felt was pain.
Pain.
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"You alright, Sara?" Nick's words echoed off the tiled walls and into the stall that I was currently occupying.
Against my will, I was sitting on the floor with my head over the toilet. I raked my hands through my hair and blew out a breath. The nausea had subsided, though barely, so I answered, "Yeah, I'm doing okay."
Apparently my answer didn't convince him in the slightest.
"I would have to disagree with that—" I jumped at the squeak of the stall door. Two hands cupped my shoulders and I turned my head to Nick peering down at me. "You're not okay, Sara."
I blew out another breath, hoping to calm the remaining food that was threatening to rebel.
Nick gave me a sympathetic smile and stroked my hair. "How long have you been in here?"
With a shrug of my shoulders, I hesitated, "Uhh…an hour or so. Maybe? I don't know."
"Let me help you up." He supported my waist as I braced my arms against the stall. The little energy that remained got me up but not before I stumbled. Luckily he caught me. "Whoa! I got you! I'm taking you home. There's no way you're working tonight."
I wasn't about to object. This mess of a bathroom gathering topped the others that happened this week. The exception to this one was that I was found out.
The trip to the truck went by in a bit of a blur. I remember Nick simultaneously holding me while explaining to D.B. what was happening. As usual D.B. voiced his concern and wished me well. Before I knew it, the truck was moving and I was leaning my head against the window. The images of the passing world made me dizzy. Sweat formed on my forehead. I absentmindedly wiped the perspiration and continued to deep breathe.
"We're here," Nick whispered.
I sucked in a breath and opened my eyes. We were parked in my driveway. Nick patted my hand and climbed out of the driver's seat. I blinked my eyes and attempted to rub the kink out of my neck.
"Let's get you to bed." I eased out of the seat as Nick led me to the front door. With his spare key he let us in. He set my purse on the table. I didn't even remember him stopping in the locker room to grab it.
"I'll get some water and crackers. You feel good enough to change into sweats?" I nodded my head and he returned a smile. "I'll meet you in a sec."
He was being so sweet to me. Not that I would expect anything less of Nick; although his actions panged me. I hadn't been treated like this since—
"Here ya go," Nick said as he placed a glass of water and a plate of crackers on my nightstand. The trashcan appeared beside my bed. He gave an "ah ha" look and retrieved my cell from his pocket. "Almost forgot this. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call or text me. I'll be over in a flash." He gave a quick kiss on my head. "Feel better, sweetie." With that he was gone
This one will be three or four chapters. I hope I don't scare you away...;)