Chapter 41 Sick
Brielle's POV
I groaned as I stirred. I felt the space beside me, but I didn't feel him. I opened my eyes to see that the space beside me was indeed empty. The blanket was partially over me. I must've slept right through. Did he leave me here all by myself? Why does it hurt that he left? My heart ached as I rubbed my face with my hand. When I looked down, I was still naked. But then I spotted my robe at the end of the bed. I reached for it as I shifted to the edge of the bed, swinging my legs off onto the floor and I put the robe on, tying it at my waist.
I heard footsteps approaching and looked at the doorway, not sure who to expect if it was Rick or Daylan. But it was Daylan who appeared with a tray of breakfast, coffee as well as orange juice. He looked at me, smiling. My heart fluttered at this sight, he was bare chested and only had boxer briefs on.
"Good morning, slept well?" he asked as he placed the tray gently down on the bedside table beside me. But the aroma of breakfast and coffee hit my nostrils and my stomach turned. Bile threatened to rise up, so I covered my nose and mouth. "Are you okay? You're pale."
I didn't even get time to answer him as bile rose, and I jumped up from the bed, sprinting to the bathroom as I gagged, making it just in time to hunch over the toilet pot and release all the contents from my stomach. I ended up kneeling on the ground, gripping the edge of the toilet pot as I continued to vomit.
My hair was being pulled back, and a hand rubbed my back gently before disappearing again. As I finished, I flushed and stood up. Moving to the basin to wash my hands and brush my teeth. As I looked in the mirror I looked like sh^t. My hair was disheveled, and my mascara was smudged and so was my red lipstick from the intimate moment Daylan and I had last night. I do feel like sh^t.
Daylan appeared and stepped into the bathroom, his eyes on me in the mirror. I felt embarrassed about the way that I looked. He placed the glass of water beside the basin as I finished brushing my teeth. "I want to check you out, so if you can go with me to the hospital, then I can take a look at you and run tests that are needed." he said with concern lacing his voice.
"I'm sure that it's nothing. I just can't have any coffee and food around me right now." I said, "I look like crap too."
"You are beautiful however you are." he placed his hands gently on both of my shoulders. "When was the last time that you ate?" he asked with concern in those blue eyes.
"Um...yesterday, but only fruit." I replied.
"There can be a lot of reasons causing this, so could want to check," he pleaded.
"Can I just do that tomorrow? I'm sure it's nothing and just the stomach flu or something. Maybe it's my condition." I moved away from him and out of the bathroom, not even touching the glass of water. I stood in front of my bedroom, Daylan behind me, his hands on my shoulders once again.
"Are you alright?" he asked softly.
"No, please just get the breakfast out of the bedroom. I just don't need that smell in there," I said.
He brushed past me and entered the room, taking the tray. I stepped out of his way as he walked down the hallway. I went to bed and climbed on. Laying on my back, closing my eyes, I heard him approach again. I felt the bed dip beside me, when I opened my eyes, he was sitting beside me, a look of concern etched on his handsome face.
He reached out to me, and stroked my cheek. "I will run tests on you tomorrow, if you are not feeling better by then. You do need to eat something, so I will go to the store and get fruit and crackers for you. I will also get medication for your nausea," he said.
I nodded weakly as I closed my eyes again, "Thanks," I said, which was barely above a whisper.
"I'm concerned about you, especially as a doctor. I care about you a lot and I don't want anything to happen to you. I want to make you better. I don't want you to be stubborn. I'm only giving you today to rest." he said.
"I wish that you could stay with me forever," I said softly.
"I wish the same. But that depends on us and what we truly want. The ball is in your court. I will be taking the day off and look after you."
I opened my eyes to look at him, "No, your patients need you more than me." I was not going to let him take care of me and not look after his patients.
"I can have Doctor Bradford take care of my patients. It's not a train smash and besides, I want to be here with you. I will be here for the night too."
"Thank you," I said again as I closed my eyes.
I felt him cover me with a blanket and tuck me in. I loved this with him, it's what I want. Rick doesn't even come close to this. This is everything that I want, but my decision is in my hands. Do I jump into something with him, sacrificing everything that I want? What do I want? I need to make a decision that I will be happy with, and I really want him badly.
Maybe I can just focus on my writing career and make something of myself instead of wanting to have a family one day. So, maybe I should dive into a relationship with him.