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She was suddenly very warm and the glass was cool thanks to the chilly fall day. He rubbed her shoulder as they drove. They spent the rest of the ride in silence, Kate attempting to keep herself from crying. She fell asleep a few minutes later.

She was out until he woke her up. She opened her eyes, squinting as the bright sun burned her eyes, bringing with it a wave of nausea.

"Why are we here?" she asked, swallowing the nausea as she noticed they were at his apartment.

"I thought it would be better if you were here," he said, "Alexis is at college and my mom went to the Hamptons for a few weeks so we are alone and it's quiet here."

"I don't have my stuff here that I need," she said as he helped her out of the car.

"I know that," he said, "That is why I stopped by your apartment and grabbed this," he said, pulling a bag out of back of his car.

"Thanks," she said, leaning against him, arms around her stomach.

"Let's go, Kate," he said, wrapping his arms around, "You can lie sown as soon as we get upstairs."

She nodded as they walked to the elevator. As it started moving, her stomach lurched and it took everything in her power not to throw up right there. He felt her tense up.

"Kate," he said, "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah," she said as they got off the elevator, "I'm just super nauseous."

"Are you sure you don't have that bug?" he asked unlocking his door.

"I don't know," she said, tears forming in her eyes, "I just don't feel good."

"Babe," he said, pulling her into a hug, "What is going on with you?"

"I sometimes get really emotional during, you know," she said, "Sorry."

"It is completely alright," he said, rubbing her back, "I'm just not used to seeing you like this."

"I miss my mom," she said into his chest.

"I know," he said, running his fingers through her hair.

"Would you like to go to bed?" he asked, kissing her hair.

She nodded into his chest.

"Let's go," he said, guiding her into his bedroom.

She took the bag from him and went into the bathroom to change. Normally, he would help her change, but she needed a little bit of space. She smiled as she opened the bag, realizing he had packed everything she needed. The bag contained her favorite fuzzy purple pajama bottoms and her favorite t-shirt that was three sizes too big along with her heating pad, her favorite pair of fuzzy socks and a smaller bag containing tampons and pads. She quickly changed into her pajamas and went back into his bedroom, curling up under the covers.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, kissing her forehead and realizing she was feverish.

"Will you lay with me and rub my stomach?" she asked.

"I'll be right back," he said, going into the bathroom and digging around until he found the thermometer he bought a few years ago when Alexis had gotten strep. It was a fancy temporal thing that he could use when she was sleeping. He brought it into the bedroom and put it on her forehead, taking her temperature before she even knew what he was doing.

"What is that?" she asked.

"A thermometer," he said, "You have a fever of 102.6."

"No wonder I feel like crap," she said, "the one time that I've had cramps like this when I was an adult, I ended up coming down with the flu. I asked the doctor about it and he said the extra stress from being sick caused the cramps to be worse."

He nodded, pulling on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before climbing into bed next to her. He put his arms around her, rubbing her stomach gently. She let out a little whimper and he stopped.

"Did that hurt you?" he asked moving his hands.

"No," she said, rolling over to face him, "My stomach is just very upset right now."

"Are you going to be sick?" he asked, sitting up.

"I don't think so," she said, swallowing hard in attempt to make the incessant nausea disappear, "Can you just hold me?"

"Of course," he said, running his hand through her long hair.

She laid here as still as possible, feeling as though if she moved, she would be sick for sure. However, after about five minutes, laying still was doing nothing and she felt the nausea growing in her stomach. She pushed him off, bolting into the bathroom. She opened the toilet lid and knelt down in front of it, a moment of calm before she began to gag. She dry heaved for a few seconds before she brought up her breakfast. She felt a hand grab her hair off her neck and another one rubbing gently circles on her sweaty back. When she was done, she put her head on the toilet seat for a moment, trying to catch her breath.

"You alright?" he asked, still rubbing her back. "Just splendid," she said, glaring at him with all the anger her sick eyes could manage.

"Sorry," he said, "Stupid question. Are you alright to go back to bed or do you want to stay here?"

"Here," she said pitifully, "I don't think I could get back here if I have to throw up again."

"Alright," he said, getting up and leaving the bathroom.

I wish he would have stayed she thought but I can't blame him for not wanting to stay in here with me. I must look awful.

Just as she was about to lay down on the rug, he came walking back in with a few blankets, a pillow, a bottle of water and a packet of something.

"You came back," she said, a small smile on her lips.

"Always," he said, kissing her forehead before putting a blanket on her and putting the pillow on his lap, helping her lay down.

"Thanks," she said, as she smiled up at him.

"Here," he said, adding the packet into the water bottle, shaking it, and handing it to her.

"What is that?" she asked, looking at the now cloudy liquid.

"It's a rehydration solution," he said, "And it's strawberry, your favorite."

"Why do you have this?" she asked, "Did you know I was going to get sick?"

"Well," he said, "I noticed yesterday you were rubbing your temples like you had a headache and you didn't seem very hungry when we went out to dinner last night. I decided to be prepared just in case."

She smiled for a second before a cramp took hold and she curled into a ball, trying to will away the pain and nausea away. Suddenly, she shot out of his lap, gagging and throwing up again. He rubbed her back gently, whispering softly to her. She was in tears when the vomiting finally stopped.

"Come 'ere Kate," he said, pulling her into his lap. She put her head on his chest, tears still flowing.

"I'm sorry," he said, rocking her slightly in his arms. She just stayed in his lap, relishing in the warmth of his body as she fell asleep.

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