A/N –Just a little drabble that I never had any idea how to continue.
Summary - ''I hate this,'' he whispered, resting his head on her shoulder.
In Your Hands
To wake up next to your girlfriend after a long night spent together should be the best feeling in the world.
But not for him.
Instead he woke up to find his head pounding and feeling more sick than ever.
Well, like he had something to compare it with. He never was sick.
The first thing he thought to do was stumble to the bathroom and empty his stomach to the toilet.
He felt horrible. Cold sweat was covering his skin and he was shaking slightly.
Yay.
What a way to start his first day off in a few months.
He flinched a little when he felt a hand on his forehead. Peeking one eye open he found Gabriella next to him.
''You have a fever, babe,'' she stated.
He just groaned and rested his head back in his arms.
''You feel better enough to get back to bed?'' Gabriella whispered, running her fingers through his hair.
Troy mumbled something. Gabriella was able to make out something what sounded like ''not ready''.
''It's okay, sweetheart,'' she tried to sooth him. ''Just try to breathe through it.''
After a minute Gabriella felt him relax under her touch.
''I'm gonna get a class of water from the kitchen, you just sit tight.''
She got off the floor, using the sink as support. She went to the kitchen, got a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold water.
She went back to the bathroom only to find her boyfriend dry heaving. He no longer had anything to come up.
''Hey, honey... Take deep breaths... Just breathe with me, you'll get through it.''
Gabriella hugged him from behind and in a moment he was able to calm down.
''I hate this,'' Troy whispered, resting his head on her shoulder.
''I know,'' she said and held him closer. ''You wanna take a shower? It could help bring your fever down.''
''I might try,'' he said. The he added, ''But that would mean getting up. I don't think I can stay upright.''
''Let me help you. Maybe all those hours at the gym with you has paid off.''
Troy just groaned as he was pulled to his feet.
Gabriella heard the shower turn off and went to the bathroom. Troy stood in the middle of the room, hair flat and eyes glazed.
''Troy?'' Gabriella asked carefully.
''Right now I don't know if I want to go to bed, throw up or just pass out,'' he said, shaking his head.
Gabriella took a hold of his hand and guided him out of the bathroom. She sat him on the edge of the bed and went back to the bathroom.
''Gabriella, what are you doing?'' Troy said, his voice raspy.
''Trying to find the thermometer,'' she called out. ''I don't even know if I have one.''