A/N-I DO NOT OWN THE NAKED BROTHERS BAND! If I did they would still be on...

Hey guys!

Well, yes I know, I said this would be a oneshot, but I was thinking of making it a two-shot because I got a really good idea for a next chapter. But I'm NOT making this into a story, just saying.

I still hope you guys enjoy this next and LAST chapter of 'Her Sick Day'!

Rosalina's POV

I open my eyes to my dark bedroom. The only sound I hear is Nat's breathing because he's sleeping beside me. I have a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Honestly, I thought I was getting better, like Nat said, but right now, I don't think that's possible. I feel warm again, just like I did when I originally got sick. And this feeling in my stomach, wasn't helping. I turn on my side, thinking maybe it'll go away. But the minute I do, I know that was the wrong think to do. I can feel the hot liquid, buring the insides of my throat as it rises up. I quickly get out of bed and run as fast as my weakened body will take me, down the dark hall to the bathroom.

Nat's POV

I wake up to Rosalina basically jumping out of bed, and before I can ask her what's wrong, or what she's doing, she runs out of the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom. Then I know exactly what she's doing. I'm not exactly sure what to do, but from my experience, I remember my mom would follow me, or little Alex (at the time) to the bathroom and just comfort us. I walk down the hall to the bathroom to see Rosalina...well, you know. She's trying to hold her hair back, so I gently take her hair from hand and rub her back until she's done. When she finishes, she flushes the toilet and leans back against wall. I sit next to her and that's when I notice that she has tears running down her face.

Rosalina's POV

I look at Nat, who still hasn't said anything to me. I can barely see his face because neither of us thought to turn on a light but I'm glad he didn't. I don't want him to see me like this. "I thought I was supposed to be getting better," I say quietly. My voice sounds much better, it's just my stomach and the fever that bother me now.

"You will," He says.

I pull myself up and brush my teeth because I honestly can't stand this taste in my mouth.

Nat stands up beside me and I walk back to my bedroom and basically collapse onto the bed. My stomach feels better but I feel so weak right now. I watch as Nat comes into my bedroom and turns on the lamp next to my bed. "Thank you," I say, as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Your welcome," He says, feeling my forehead again.

If I compare my temperature to his right now, I should be standing near a fire. That's how warm I feel. He pulls his hand away, and I know exactly what he's going to say, but I beat him to it. "I promise I'll take medicine in the morning, but not now. I already have a disgusting taste in my mouth."

"You must be sick, I've never heard you say that in my life," Nat jokes, giving me his goofy grin again.

I give him a weak smile. He always does that no matter what's happening. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"I highly doubt you want to spend your free time with someone who's sick, and now throwing up."

He shakes his head. "I don't care, your basically my best friend and my girlfriend, so I want you to get better. You said so yourself, if I hadn't come to stay with you, you probably wouldn't have been any closer to getting better."

I look down.

"But if it makes you feel any better, I don't think the guys will bother you anymore."

I laugh a little bit. "Yeah, I guess your right."

"Try and get some sleep," Nat says, turning off the lamp and getting off the bed.

I reach out and grab his wrist. "Don't leave," I say so softly it's almost inaudible.

Since the light is no longer on, I can't tell if he's smiling or frowning but he says, "I'm won't, don't worry." He walked around my bed to the other side and sits next to me, putting his arm around me. "Just try to sleep, I promise I won't leave," He says softly.

I sigh and lay my head on his chest. I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat as I drift off to sleep.

I open my eyes again, but my vision is a little hazy. I rub my eyes. I still feel warm, and my stomach still has that unsettling feeling. Last night seems almost like a dream. I woke up so many times to...well, 'get sick'. Nat got up with me each time though, and comforted me before I fell back asleep. My vision clears and that's when I notice Nat isn't beside me. Before I call for him, I can hear his voice drifting in from the hallway.

"I don't think I can come to rehearsals today," He pauses, which tells me he's probably talking on his cell phone. "Coop, she's gotten worse. You didn't see her last night."

I lie back down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling, listening to his conversation with Cooper.

"I know, I thought she was getting better too. But last night...I feel bad for her because she doesn't have anyone to take care of her. Her dad's out on a business trip again. Trust me, she's trying to get better too. Hopefully she'll get better by the end of the week. Is Jesse still staying at the house? Can you tell her that I won't be home again tonight? Thanks Cooper. Yeah, I'll tell her. I'll talk to you later, bye." I hear him end the call and he walks back into my bedroom. "Hey, how are you feeling?" Nat sits on the edge of my bed, just like he did last night.

I glance at him, then look back at the ceiling. "You don't wanna know."

He smiles.

"My stomach is still upset, which I have no idea how it is because it should be empty." I slowly sit up and ask, "Don't you have rehearsals today?"

"Yeah, but I told Cooper I couldn't come."

I frowned at him. "Nat, just because—"

"I want to stay," He interrupts me. "Plus I can't play very well knowing your here, sick in bed."

"Thanks." I still won't look at him.


I finally gaze at him.

He feels my forehead again and I sigh. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Between trips to the bathroom, yeah," I say, with sarcasm evident in my voice.

"What'd I say about sighing?" Nat jokes, and I immediately smile.

"I know, I know..." I look away again, and my stomach does a backflip. And it's not those good kind when your talking to your crush. It's those kind you get when you feel like your going to, you know. I quickly get out of bed and rush down the hall again.

Nat's POV

When Rosalina rushes out of the room, I don't even have to ask why anymore. I quickly walk after her and gently take her hair from her and rub her back like I did last night. I hate seeing her like this, really I do. I've only seen her sick a few other times but I don't think it's anything as bad as this.

She finishes and flushes the toilet again, leans up against the wall and puts her head in her hands.

"Rosie," I say, sitting next to her. I pull her into a hug and I can feel my shirt getting wet from her crying, but I don't care. "It'll get better, I promise." I basically pull her up and lead her back to her room.

She lies down on her bed and her eyes still have tears in them, I can tell. Her gaze goes back and forth from me to the ceiling.

"Do you feel better now?"

Rosalina's POV

Did I feel better? Of course I felt better! Well at least my stomach did. I still had a fever though. I nod. I switch my gaze from Nat to the ceiling. "Hey Nat?" I ask, sitting up again.


"Have you ever gotten sick like this before?"

He shakes his head. "But I'd rather it be me than you."

I feel my face get warmer, and it's not because I have a fever. "Thanks."

"Cooper suggested you should take more medicine," Nat says, sitting next to me and putting his arm around me. "But I'm afraid that even if you take some medicine, it'll just come back out again."

I shake my head. Like I said, he always jokes no matter what. "Yeah, your right." I sigh and lay my head on his chest again. I feel him kiss my head and then he says, "Get some sleep."

So I do, and from this point, I know I'm going to get better.

A/N-Ummm...well, I hope you guys like this better then I do. But I wanted to continue this sooo...here it is. This is ONLY a TWOSHOT! Meaning, this is the LAST chapter. Hope you liked it!(:

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