Naia's POV
I woke up with a pounding head ache. At first, I thought it was because I had just woken up, but it didn't go away. I tried to get up but it hurt my head too much and I laid back down.
"Naia, sweetie, I think you should get up now."
I woke up again. I hadn't realized that I had fallen back asleep.
Moaning as I sat up. As soon as I was upright, an immediate wave of dizziness washed over me and I laid back down again. The door opened and Gabby walked in to find me still in bed with the covers pulled up to my chin.
"Naia, it's almost 10:30. You ready to get up?" She asked me as she took a seat on the bed next to me.
I shook my head and rolled over to face her. "I don't feel so good." I mumbled, my eyes still closed.
I felt Gabby's hand on my forehead. It was cool against my burning skin.
"You definitely have a fever." Gabby announced. I really didn't care what I had, I just didn't want to feel this way. The room started to spin and I knew what I was going to do before I even did it. I tried to get up but I wasn't fast enough and I ended up throwing up on my covers.
"Sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I tried to get up but I couldn't do it fast enou-"
Gabby cut me off. "Don't worry about it. Matt!" She called and moment later, Matt came into my room.
"What's up Munchkin?" He asked and then he saw what had happened. "Oh. I see."
Gabby rolled her eyes. "Can you carry Naia to the couch? I think she's sick."
"No way. Really?" Matt said sarcastically. He smiled at me and I smiled back. Gabby on the other hand shot him a look and he winked at me before scooping me up in his arms.
Matt walked down the hall and gently put me down on the couch. I was cold so I huddled in a corner. I guess Matt saw because he propped a pillow underneath my head and covered me with a the couch blanket.
"Ok, Matt, you get these covers washed downstairs and I'll make Naia some soup." Gabby said, handing him a laundry basket with my covers in them.
Matt saluted before taking the basket. "Aye aye captain." He said and I chuckled. Matt left to go to the laundry room in the basement and Gabby came over to me.
"How do you feel?" She asked, her voice full of concern.
I tried my best to crack a smile despite how I was feeling. "Like I'm sick." I answered honestly and Gabby laughed.
"I'm gonna make some soup, you try and get some rest." Gabby told me and I nodded to show I had heard.
I closed my eyes but it didn't help with my headache. Every once in a while, I'd get nauseous but manage to keep the contents in my stomach down.
"Gabby." I croaked unsure if she heard me or not. I guess she did because she came back looking worried.
"Is everything okay?" She asked.
I shook my head. "I think I'm gonna throw up again." Gabby hurried off and came back with a bucket. She placed it by me and smiled.
"Now we're prepared. Is there anything else you need?" She asked but I was already closing my eyes.
"No, thank you though." I mumbled.
Gabby left to make the soup she said she was going to make and I tried to get some sleep despite my head ache and upset stomach. I was cold but now I felt hot. Throwing off the blanket, I sprawled out on the couch, trying to cool down.
Some time later, Gabby came back with a bowl of soup. She placed it on the coffee table and sat down next to me.
"Are you not cold?" She asked and I shook my head. "How about some soup?"
I shook my head. My stomach wasn't in any mood to eat.
"Do you want some water?" Gabby asked and I shook my head again. "Alright, I'll leave you be then."
I buried my head into the pillow and dazed off.