Disclaimer: I do not own 'The Rocky Horror Picture Show' nor do I own any of the characters, the dear Richard O'Brien does. If I did, believe me, I would be the happies person in the world and would be in California instead of the East Coast. THough, I do own Ava and a few other characters that shall pop up later in the story.
Chapter 11
It's An Earth Thing
Frank woke up as sweat began to drip from his brow and his body started to shake. He could feel his stomach begin to churn when he rolled over to face Ava but couldn't help but smile when he found her sleeping peacefully next to him letting out soft snores. Frank closed his eyes trying to drift back to sleep but he soon felt his stomach begin to growl and quickly sat up. He climbed out of bed and headed towards the bathroom trying his best not to wake his fiancé. His face had gone pale by the time he'd reached the bathroom and he started to cough as he kneeled in front of the porcelain toilet and vomited. He had never been sick himself but remembered when Ava caught the flu.
Ava stirred awake and quickly realized what woke her. She picked up a napkin and hurried to the bathroom hoping he was alright. She quietly kneeled next to him and started to rub his back, trying to comfort him in any way she could.
Frank quickly pulled his head out of the toilet, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"Sweetie, it's okay. You're sick. Anyways, you don't always have to apologize when you wake me up."
Frank tried to respond but felt his dinner begin to come up and placed his head back into the toilet. Ava couldn't help but frown when she saw him begin to shake. Once he was finished throwing up last night's meal, she took the napkin and wiped his face of the vomit. He stared blankly at Ava, who couldn't help but pull him to her. She placed his head on her left breast and stroked his hair gently while he cried. She sat helplessly as she observed her lover's pain.
After a moment, she pulled away and stood, opening her arms. She led him back to bed and covered him with a warm comforter. She quickly cleaned up the bathroom and grabbed a fleece blanket out of the linen closet. She wrapped herself inside it and went back to him.
Ava felt his forehead and frowned. "Baby, I'm going to get something for you to eat that will hopefully settle your stomach."
She brushed a stray lock of hair out his eyes and gently kissed his forehead before scurrying off. Frank closed his eyes trying to drift off to sleep but heard someone weakly knock on the bedroom door.
"Come in," he mumbled.
The door slowly opened and Riff Raff stepped inside. He turned to Frank and snickered seeing what he had done. Without Magenta's knowledge he placed ipecac in the Masters chicken, something Ava would refuse to eat.
"Why are you disturbing me at this hour? What if Ava had been asleep?"
"I'm sorry Master. I heard heaving and thought I should check on you."
"Riff Raff," Frank groaned.
"Yes Master?"
"Riff Raff, I would like you to care for Ava while I am sick."
"But-"
"I am too weak to go to work with her. You must take my place for the next week."
"But Master, I ha-"
Frank silenced him with a look. "You are to watch over her," he snarled.
"I will," he said softly.
After a moment he looked up at him. "Riff Raff?" he asked with an almost cocky smile.
"Yes, Master?"
"What have I just told you?"
"That I must care for Ava."
"How kind of you to remember," he said sarcastically. "Now, what does that mean you're supposed to be doing?"
He stood frozen in place, "I believe I should go."
"Yes, that's best."
Ava was downstairs making toast and tea to help calm Frank's stomach. She was placing the tea bag into the cup when the lights flicked on. She quickly turned and saw Riff Raff standing in the doorway. She put her hand over her chest and let out a sigh of relief, "Oh Riff, you scared me half to death."
"I must apologize."
She looked over at him and smiled. "Oh don't worry about it. What are you doing up though?"
"I had to speak with the Master for a moment."
"Oh, so you've seen he's sick?"
"Yes, what has happened to him?"
She turned back to the tea and softly mumbled, "I think he just has the stomach bug, he's going to be fine."
"Stomach bug?"
"He's just throwing up, it'll pass soon."
"I see," he muttered.
"It's an earth thing," she chuckled before heading upstairs. "I have to get back to him. I'll see you when it's officially morning."
Ava made her way towards the bedroom and saw Frank sleeping soundly. His face was pale, his skin moist. She placed the food onto the side table and walked next to the bed. She gently covered him with the blanket and began to walk away.
"Hello, love," he said softly.
Ava jumped, hoping she hadn't fully woken him up. Not knowing what to say, Ava gently took his hand in hers and said in the most affectionate manner, "I love you my little prince." She delicately sat on the bed and put her arm around him. His head immediately found a home on her chest and both of them drifted to sleep.