I didn't remember much of last night, considering the shot the nurse gave me made me sleepy. The last thing I remembered was Oliver kissing me. He was so sweet. I looked over at the clock and it was 12:00. I looked around to see Oliver come in the room.
"Good morning sleepyhead," Oliver said as he came over and kissed my forehead.
"Hey Oliver," I mumbled as he sat down beside me. "Where's my dad?"
"He's on his way, don't worry. Why did you ask?"
"Because I don't feel good and I wanna go home," I told him as I put my head in his lap. He stroked my hair until my dad got there. "Hi daddy," I said.
"Hey darlin, are you ready to go home?" He asked.
"Yeah, I think." I uncovered myself and my dad picked me up. He carried me out to the car, Oliver following behind us. He put me in the backseat and Oliver climbed in beside me. It was a long, quiet ride home. I felt bad the whole way, but didn't get sick. I managed to hold that until I got home, which left me running to the bathroom. Oliver came in and tied my hair back in a ponytail.
Once I was done, I turned around and gave him a hug. "Thank you," I whispered into his ear. "For everything."
Sorry it's so short. I can't think right now. Please review!