School RP (Closed 😬Stalkers welcome)

Lillian shivered and pulled the blanket around her. Not caring what Darren thought, she knew he was awake. A small smirk flitted across her face.

Darren didn't pull the blanket back instead he walked over to his closet as quietly as possible and grabbed a plaid blanket from the top shelf. He crawled back in bed and covered himself up assuming Lillian was still asleep.

Lillian let out a small sigh, she let out a sneeze. She was still sick, greeaaaaaaaat.

Darren laughed to himself, "Are you awake?" He whispered moving in closer to Lillian.

"Maybe," Lillian's smirk grew.

Darren smiled as he slid an arm around Lillian, "Maybe? How can you be maybe awake?"

Lillian turned around so she was facing Darren. She kissed his nose, "Because I'm special?"

"Fair enough," he said back in a deep groggy voice before resting his forehead against Lillian's.

Lillian giggled. She'd never heard that voice before.

Darren cleared his throat in hopes that the grogginess wouldn't be a sign of an illness and would go away. He touched a hand to his torso and noticed that his bruising still hurt but considerably less than it did the day before.

Lillian noticed his hand, "How's the bruise?"

"It's fine." He said dismissively, his voice unchanged by his attempt to clear his throat.

Lillian smiled. She wondered if, oh hoho, "Okay then. Are you perhaps getting sick?"

"No." He said quickly not even considering the possibility. "I don't get sick."

Lillian moved closer, their bodies pressing together, "Are you sure?"

Darren thought for a second before shaking his head, "Yeah I'm sure. I don't get sick." He repeated.

Lillian shrugged, "Oh well. So if I have coughed on you….."

"I would normally flinch away, but I was all over you yesterday so I'm indifferent." He smiled confidently.

Lillian smirked, "And if I gagged?"

"But we're cuddling," He whined.

Lillian laughed and snuggled up to him, "Okay. Because we're cuddling."

Darren placed a kiss on Lillian's head, the thought and possibility of being sick still looming in his head.

Lillian smiled, Darren was warm.

Darren had woken up with a headache that he was trying desperately to ignore, but now it felt like it was ripping his head apart.

Lillian looked up at Darren. Her eyes filled with concern, "Are you one hundred percent positive you aren't si-"

She got caught off by the bile rising in her throat. It seems her illness decided now would be the best time to get worse. She moved quickly away from Darren and rushed to find a bathroom.

Darren sat up quickly unsure if he should go after her or not. He decided to wait until he heard something.

Lillian made it just in time as she vomited into the toilet. She hated the sound of gagging, and felt as a tear slipped down her face.

Darren pulled his knees to his chest as he leaned against the headboard of his bed. He tried to keep his breathing slow and not to panic at the sound of Lillian throwing up. What kind of boyfriend doesn't go and help?

Lillian flushed the toilet and tried to even out her breathing. In her hurry she didn't close the door so Darren didn't have to hear her. She wiped away the tears and sat there rocking gently back and forth.

There was sweat collecting on Darren's forehead but his breathing had evened out. He stood an walked slowly to the bathroom, convincing himself that it was going to be okay with every step until he reached the bathroom and saw Lillian. He sat down by her and rubbed her back, "Y-you" He swallowed, "Okay?" His was hyperaware of his breathing.