forum In Fair Verona // Modern Romeo and Juliet // Private RP - CLOSED

Started February 05, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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“Shit,” Joe and I swore in unison. My friend lunged for his garbage can and held it to him.

I got sick almost instantly, gripping onto the garbage can until my knuckles turned white. I wretched and sputtered until I was practically coughing up the acid from my empty stomach, my throat burning. By the time it ended, I had sunk onto my knees, shaking violently.

Before I knew what was happening, I was crouching behind Mercutio with one hand flat between his shoulder blades; a gesture of reassurance.

I wheezed for air, trying not to choke on the acrid taste now filling my mouth. “I’m sorry—“ I muttered, stopping short to cough and spit into the garbage can again.

Joe cursed loudly, grabbing a box of tissues from his beside table and flinging it to me. I quickly pulled a handful out to dab cautiously at Mercutio’s mouth.

I flinched away on instinct,but leaned back towards her after a few seconds, letting Marina wipe at my face.

Though my body tensed in fear, I turned his face towards mine and continued to wipe at his mouth. “You good?”

“I’m good.” I croaked, my throat raw and burning. “Sorry— I thought I could hold it down. It’s just… when I get anxious I, you know…”

Finally, I pulled back. “Lie down, rest..” I murmured, “Are you tired?”

“A little…” I admitted shyly. “But I don’t know if me sleeping here is the best idea.”

“You’re staying here,” Joe and I objected in unison, though my friend’s voice was much firmer than mine. “Both of you,” he added quickly. “I can get sleeping bags.”

“I can really just sleep on the floor, it’s not a big deal!” I protested, looking from Marina to Joe. I didn’t even know who I was really saying this to at this point.

I didn’t realize how hard I was clenching my fists until pain tore through my now-bleeding palms. “I—I don’t think I can—“

It wasn’t even the concept of sharing a sleeping bag or a bed, since I knew neither of them would make me do that. It was the idea of lying there, vulnerable, with not one but two guys in the same room as me, despite how much I trusted both.

I reached for the tissues, pulling out a few and handing them to Marina. “Do whatever makes you feel safe, okay?” I encouraged gently.

They were both looking at me with the most concerned eyes… a crack ran down the length of my heart. Shit. What was I supposed to do? I didn’t want to disappoint either of them, neither did I want to leave Mercutio alone with Joe, but the thought of sleeping here…

Finally, I accepted the tissues from Mercutio’s outstretched hand and scooted backwards. “I—It’s fine. I can—I can stay.”

“If you’re certain, Marina.” I sighed, not quite believing her.

Joe leaned back slightly. “I could get you another room?” he suggested, but I shook my head. “Where? We’d get caught. I-I’ll be fine.”

“Maybe we can divide the room in half? So you get one side o yourself?” I suggested, my voice a bit scratchy.

I flinched. “But—I don’t want to hug that much room to myself.”

I shook my head. “It’s not a problem, right Joe?” I looked at the other boy, silently vowing to punch his lights out if he didn’t agree.

“Of course not, he answered firmly. But still, I hesitated. “If—If you’re sure…”

“We’re absolutely certain.” I smiled reassuringly at Marina. “Its all yours.”

Joe nodded to confirm, and my composure crumbled. “O-Okay. Yeah. I——Thank you.”

I wanted to hug her more than anything. But I didn’t dare move a muscle. “You should finish your water. Might help you a bit.” I rubbed at my mouth with the back of my hand, dehydrated after vomiting up any liquids left in my system.

I shook my head and pushed the glass into his hands. “You must be thirsty. You can have it. Tiny sips, take it slow.”