Tris POV
I ran my fingers across Tobias' back as his face and ears began to become hidden by the trash bin. He hovered over the bin hesitantly and shut his eyes. "Are you done?"
He shook his head no and lightly touched his hand to his mouth. His eyes grew wide once more and grabbed for the bin, as he was violently sick once more. I rubbed his back, feeling hopeless as he continued to be sick. He lifted his head out of the bucket slowly, spit dejectedly in it and collapsed back on the pillows. I brought the trash bin into the bathroom and rinsed it out and put it back next to the bed.
I looked at him, his face as white as a sheet; sweat running down from his forehead. "Maybe you should go to the infirmary?"
He shook his head. "No."
I bit my lip and resumed my position next to him on the bed. This time it was him that grabbed my hand and placed it on his stomach. "Rub please." He said mid yawn. I smirked and rubbed at his bloated belly. "Sleep Tobias."
We must had fallen asleep like that because the next thing I knew I was being pushed off of him as he made a mad dash for the bathroom. I laid in the dark taken back at first, when Tobias' retching brought me to my senses. I shook my head and stood outside the bathroom door. When he stepped out I grabbed at his elbow and steered him towards the doorway. "Tris?"
"Shh. You are too sick. It is time to go to the infirmary."
"I'm fine. He said
"Yeah, when you can say that without vomit breath then I will believe you."
He seemed to be contemplating arguing but at this point he seemed too sick to care where we were walking.
I led him towards the middle bed in the infirmary and looked for the nurse.
When I showed her to Tobias, who seemed to be growing greener by the minute she 'tsked' and went to find medicine. Tobias wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach. "Tris." He whined. "It hurts."
I walked over and sat on the bed. "I know." I said running my fingers through his hair, unable to provide adequate words of comfort.