Gabi lie still in the bed as she felt the waves of nausea and weakness encircling her weak self. She closed her eyes tightly, praying that it would go away, but nothing seemed to be working. She knew it was bound to happen ever since her first round of chemo treatments, but it seemed to her, it was all happening too soon. She pounded her fists onto the bed, as she rolled on her side and stared at the white wall in front of her.
John had left a few hours before for a wrestling meeting of some sort, but she wanted him here with her now more than ever. She hadn't wanted her weakness to threaten her adventure, but at the same time, her health was more important. She had been held captive for 2 years with the disease before and now that was actually able to break free from the small restraints of a tiny town, the only thing she could do was be sick.
As she stood from the bed to grab a bottled water, the hotel door opened as John's laughter filled the room. She sipped the water slowly as she heard him talking to someone before the door slammed shut and he yelled her name.
"I'm in here." she answered, weakly.
"We're leaving here in a few hours for the show." he said, as he walked through the kitchen area as his eyes fell over the small woman in front of him.
"That's...great." she managed with a small smile.
"Gab, are you alright? You look awfully pale. Come on. Let's lay you down." he said, helping her to the bed.
"No, I'm fine. Just feeling a little sick. And weak. It's normal." she answered as she let herself fall backwards on the pillow.
"Do you need to go..." he began.
She shot up out of bed and looked at him intently. This was not happening. Not now. She was only 3 days into the tour and they would be returning home in a few more days anyway. She wouldn't let this jeopardize her chances of enjoying Mexico. she had had the best time so far, traveling from hotel to hotel and cherishing the life of a foreign place.
"No, this is normal. I just think I might hang back tonight and miss the show. Maybe catch up on some rest." she replied.
"Gab, I'm just worried alright?" he said, stroking her arm gently.
"I know. Look, all I need is for some Petobismal or something to take away this wave of nausea and I'll be fine."
"Alright, I'll run to the nearest store and be right back, alright?" he said, as she lay back on the pillow once more. He knelt down and placed a small kiss on her forehead and smiled at her. "I'll be right back." he whispered.
She shook her head in acknowledgment as he made his way to the door. She closed her eyes once more, hoping to fall asleep and not feel the sickness anymore. She was tired of being sick. She had went through it before and now, with her being older, she swore she felt the cancer swimming inside of her, threatening to take over her body. She couldn't stand it. It just wasn't fair.
John returned to the room a short while later to find a sleeping Gabi. He smiled to himself as he set to bottle of medicine on the nearby table and sat on the bed beside her. He held her hand gently as he continued to watch the sleeping form. He felt a few tears stinging his eyes and allowed them to fall.
He wished he could take her pain, her sickness. It hurt to watch her go through this same situation again and now that they were both older and able to experience a possible relationship together, it only hurt that much more. It scared him to no end thinking he could possibly lose her at any moment.
He pushed the thought from his head, as he released her hand and wiped his eyes. He wouldn't let that happen. He would do every thing he could to keep her with him. She would battle back from this and she would be fine. Like before.
He placed a small kiss on her forehead once more. He stroked the hair gently from her face and tucked it behind her ear. He smiled at her once more, as he kissed her check.
"I love you." he said softly again her ear.
