I'm Sorry

"Stark, are you okay?" I almost yelled as he fell to the kitchen floor. I ran over to him, my mouth gapped open. Then I knelt down on the hard floor where he had fallen, his eyes were fluttering.

"Zoey, what happened?" he asked, trying to sit up. I shook my head and pushed his shoulder down. I took off the blue shawl I was wearing and put it under his head.

"No," was all I said. "Stay down for a second, normal people don't just faint out of no where," I explained. I stood up and grabbed a plastic cup from the cupboard and turned the faucet on cold. I put the cup under the cold water then ran it until it was half full, then turned off the water. I knelt back down to Stark.

"Zoey, this is silly. I'm fine," he said as I rested on my knees. I didn't say anything, just helped him into a sitting position, and made him drink all the water. "Now will you tell me what this is all about?" he asked.

I sighed, "People just don't faint out of no where. You scared me for a minute there," I explained.

He put his hand on my cheek and I leaned into it. "I'm sorry I scared you. I just got a little light headed, I promise, I'm fine. Now help me sit up," he joked, but when he went to stand up he wobbled a little and was shaky on his feet.

He grasped the counter as I went to go pick up my shawl. I stood back up and put it on, then I took the hand that held the counter in my hand. I held him tight to my side went to go sit back on the couch.

Three Days Later

I woke up the next morning to find Stark not in our bed. I pushed the covers off of my body and stood up. I yawned and trudged my way to the bathroom to brush my bed-head hair. The door was close and the light was on, which was extremely weird, but I pushed open the door anyway.

I gasped and took in a full breath of air. Stark was on the floor, with his head over the toilet throwing up. I got down beside him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. I rubbed his back for a moment trying to calm his shallow breathes down. I stood up for a moment and grabbed a small wash-cloth, then drenched it in cold water. I rung it out, and folded it hot-dog style. Then I knelt back down. He stopped puking for a second so I wiped his mouth with a different towel, put the cold one on the back of his neck and got a small plastic cup from the sink. Then filled it with water and gave it to him to drink. He took it with shaky hands and put it to his lips. He only took a little, then set it down on the floor. If I knew Stark like I did, every time he got this sick it hurt him worse than most people. I felt his forehead, it didn't feel to hot.

"Feel any better?" I asked; concern heavily laced in my voice.

He shook his head slowly, "My head feels like like nails are being hammered into it," he whispered.

I leaned in and kissed his forehead lightly, then pushed myself closer to him. I pulled his head down to my chest.

I don't know how long we sat like that, but after a while my butt went numb. I pulled his head back, "Any better?" I asked.

"A little," he said.

"Can you stand, or do you need help?" I said getting ready to stand up.

"I can stand," he told me, wobbling to get to his knees. I wrapped my arms around his waist and helped him stand. Once he was up, I kept one arm wrapped around his waist as I pulled him to the living room.

Once in the living room, I helped him sit down.

"Hold on," I said and walked back to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I grabbed some painkillers and a glass of water, then went back to the living room. I handed them both to Stark and he put the capsules in his mouth and gulped the water. "Does your head still hurt?" I asked him.

"A little, I just feel dizzy," he explained.

"Okay, what I gave you should help some, but I need to get changed quick. If you need me, holler," I told him, and he nodded. Then I walked back to our room. I put some dark-wash, straight leg jeans on, then threw on one of my plain blue tanks. Then I walked to the bathroom and brushed my black hair and then brushed my teeth.

I walked back out and sat by Stark, "I've decided, we're taking you to the doctor to get checkout. First you faint, then you get sick out of no where, and also you have a terrible headache. No exceptions, I just want to make sure you're okay," I announced.

He nodded slowly, and I planted another kiss on his clammy forehead.

For the rest of the day I cleaned, made food, ate, called the hospital, and made sure Stark was okay. Nothing to eventful happened. I am great full for this because the next day would be my own person Hell.