AN- Tasertricks week doesn't end until its 12 am in Hawaii. Hahaha
It was the middle of the night when Darcy's stomach decided to interrupt her sleep to rid of last night's dinner. Bolting out of bed, Darcy had barely made it to the bathroom vomit into the toilet. A second later, she felt cool long fingers comb back her hair; her obscene vomiting had wakened her bed partner up.
She heaved and vomited until her stomach was empty. She took a moment to make sure she won't hurl anymore Darcy moved to stand on her shaky feet. Bating Loki's help, she stepped to the sink. She rinsed her mouth with water to free the taste of vomit and then looked in the mirror above the sink.
Her reflection the mirror was a horror to see, her now bridle and colorless was sticking out all over the place, her sunken eyes had dark bags underneath them, and her skin was no longer smooth and healthy, it was now dry and flanking. Tears welled up in her tired eyes, Darcy could not fathom that this was who she was now.
A sob escaped her lips when she saw Loki stand behind her, his eyes were filled with sympathy and unending sadness. His arms warped around her gently as he was afraid he would break her.
She wondered why he was still with her; she was ugly and awful to look at. Hot tears feel down her sickly pale face and the pending sobs finally escaped her. His hold only tightened around her; nuzzling her neck he hopped to smooth her troubles.
Darcy continued to cry until she could no more; even then she could not stop the small hiccupping sobs.
"Loki, please let go, "she prompted.
"No," she heard his muffled reply.
"I'm dying, Loki. You gotta respect a dying woman's wishes," she joked despite her condition.
"You're not dying," he retaliated, still not moving from her neck, "You had just started the treatment and you shall get better, and soon."
"It sure doesn't feel like it. I feel worst than before," her dry cracking lips smiled, "All these medications I'm swallowing whole everyday are making me die faster."
"If you're certain of that, Darcy, then you are very wrong," he claimed and then reassured her," You will get better in time."
"Quit lying to me, Loki," her voice hitched, tears pricked her eyes once more.
"I'm not," he gently gave her neck a kiss and propped his chin on her shoulder.
"I'm lying to myself."
Darcy's tears fell and Loki let himself join her.