Complicated

Sick

"No, I mean...like are you okay?"

I nodded. "Fine."

"Did you just finish blocking your match?" he asked.

I nodded gently, trying to not hurt my head any worse than it already was.

"Then you should go home."

"Are you okay?" Bobby Fish walked up to us, clapping Kyle on the shoulder and glancing over me.

"No, she's sick." Kyle cut me off before I could even speak.

"I..." my stomach rolled. "Am...not," I glanced around the hall, found the ladies room, and ran for the door. I couldn't will the nausea away again. I vomited until there was nothing left...at least, I didn't think so.

Out in the hall, Kyle and Bobby were both still standing where I had left them the moment before. But now they were talking to William Regal.

"Savannah," Mr. Regal said as I walked up to them. "Go home."

I nodded without any protest. I so wanted to go home.

"I'll drive you." Bobby said,

"What?" I asked quickly. "No, you have things to do here."

He shook his head. "I'm finished with blocking and Regal said I could."

I opened my mouth to protest. Closed it as my stomach turned. And ran back to the ladies room.

A few minutes later, Bobby was still waiting for me. His arms were crossed and he looked as though he had just caught a home run ball.

"Whatever." I said and started walking to the locker room.

"I already have your stuff." His words stopped me.

"And how did you get it?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

"I had Rhea get it." He shrugged. "I already put it in your car."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Fine."

7pm

I stared into the toilet as I heaved again, willing something to come up. I didn't know what that was going to be though. I had already thrown everything up that I had eaten and drank in the last two days it felt like.

My stomach still churched and convulsed though. I heaved once more and when nothing else came up, I stood up and wiped my mouth. I slowly went through the same steps I had been repeating for the past few hours; swipe a cool rag across my face, rinse my mouth out for mouthwash, and then sink down to the bathroom floor and wait for the next round.

I wasn't sure when I had given up on running back and forth to the bathroom; long enough to make my butt and back of my thighs numb.

I felt utterly empty. I had been throwing up ever since leaving NXT with nothing to eat or drink. I couldn't have anything left other than acidic bile that I could do without having to taste again. I leaned my head against the wall and closed my eyes, willing the nausea to go away.

"Hey," Bobby's voice filled the small space reverbing off the walls and through my head. I felt him kneel down beside me. He pushed something into my hands.

I opened my eyes to look at the too-cold item. It was a can of sprite. I looked up at him confused.

"You need to drink something." he said

"Where did you even get this?"

"I went to the store." He said as though it was obvious.

My knee jerk reaction was to say awwwww as my stomach filled with butterflies...the good kind that didn't send me scrambling toward the toilet. But I stopped myself and simply took a sip from the can.

"Okay?" Bobby said the word like a question.

I gave myself a moment to feel the sprite hit my stomach. I felt nothing. My stomach growled, thankful for me to be giving it something.

I nodded slowly and looked up to Bobby's concerned face. "Okay."

He touched his hand lightly to my forehead.

"You're burning up."

"Are you saying I'm hot?" I tried to joke. My stomach turned uneasily again. I ignored it.

Bobby grinned, but his eyes never wavered from mine. They were more intense than worried now.

"You already know that." He whispered so low I doubted that he'd even said it. He cleared his throat and held a small syringe looking thing up. "I called our ath-trainer. He had some nausea meds which the doctor approved."

He grabbed for my hand and pushed some of the gel onto my wrist.

I sighed softly as the knots in my stomach relaxed. The cold sprite burned going down my raw throat as I took another sip.

"Are you ready to go back to the living room?"

"I don't think I can walk." I said honestly. "My legs feel like jelly."

"I'll carry you." he stood up and before I could protest he lifted me entirely too effortlessly. I laid my head against his shoulder. He smelled nice. I probably smelled horrible.

Bobby sat me gently on the couch then leaned back against the couch next to me. Without thinking, I leaned over and nuzzled into his shoulder, tucking myself into his side-trying to get warm. I closed my eyes then felt his arm wrap around my shoulders.