It took Missy a minute to nudge Bam awake. Bam cracked his eyes open and looked at her in a daze.

"Wh-what's going on? Why did you wake me?"

"I'm just worried about you."

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then as he leaned forward with a groan, he held his stomach.

"Bam?"

Bam just sat there with a cringe and held his stomach. He held his breath and then pointed over to the trash can. Missy looked over confused until Bam held his hand over his mouth and gulped. She rushed out of bed and picked up the trash can, bringing it over to Bam right on time for him to vomit into it. She sat next to him and rubbed his back a little as he continued to get sick into the trash can.

When he was finished he sat the trash can down on the floor and leaned his head back against the headboard. He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling sick in every part of his body. He wasn't sure if this sick feeling was side effects of the chemo or if it was just from the cancer itself. Opening his eyes again he glanced at the clock to see what time it was.

"Missy why the hell did you wake me up at 6:00 in the God damn morning for?"

"I was worried about you."

"Why?"

"I just felt like something wasn't right with you."

"There never has been anything right with me. What are you talking about?"

"No," She stopped. She was too upset to want to laugh at Bam's statement "I meant with your cancer. I was scared that something bad was going to happen. Besides if I hadn't of woken you up you probably would have puked in your sleep and died."

Bam looked at her and sighed "I don't need you to worry so much. I'm fine. I'm going to be fine."

He lay back down and pulled the blanket over him. Missy sat there looking at him and sighed. She lay back down and closed her eyes but she was still too worried to go back to sleep.

A little later that morning, Missy fixed herself a light breakfast, still feeling worried about Bam. She just couldn't help but think that something bad was going to happen to him. She sat at the table eating a bowl of cereal and a piece of toast, and waited for Bam to come downstairs. After putting her bowl and spoon into the sink she looked toward the stairs.

"What is taking him so long?"

She began to walk upstairs, feeling a growing bout of worry in her stomach with each step.

"Bam?" She called out

The only response she got was soft whimpers coming from the bathroom. She entered the room and saw Bam sitting on the floor. He held his stomach and cried softly. She hurried over to him and bent down in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Babe what's the matter?"

"I-it just hurts so fucking bad." He said through the tears before sniffing

"Can you stand up?" Bam just shook his head

Missy helped Bam to stand up and lead him downstairs. As Bam sat there in pain, Missy called for help. Bam leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. An extra wave of pain suddenly hit him. He let out a groan before holding his breath, trying to block out the pain the best that he could.