Background- Y/n is sick but doesn't want Rowan to coddle her so she tries to hide it, but her powers (and Wednesday) get in the way...
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My eyes sprang open as panic filled my body. I quickly threw the covers over my side, running to the bathroom.
In moments like these, I was glad I didn't have a roommate. That meant no snooping or snarky comments when things like this happened.
See, Principal Weems was my mother. We were never really that close, and I kind of liked it that way. I had never really liked being cared for. I would have to grow up at some point, so why not start taking care of myself now?
She and I both lived here at the school. She had her wing all to herself. And so did I.
My room made up the entire wing. We just called it a wing because there used to be multiple dorms before I was born. In reality, it was more like an apartment. Meaning I had a kitchen, bathroom, and living room too. All to myself. I was going to be taking over the school one day so my own space was crucial.
She almost switched me to a dorm but decided it would be best to have my own room on account of my powers anyway. And it would be pointless.
I had telekinesis. Just like Rowan. That's how we became close so fast. Even though he was deemed a "freak", it was nice to be around someone with the same power.
There I was, hunched over the toilet spewing up what I hadn't digested from last night's dinner. Once I was done I used my powers to get my phone off of my nightstand. Once it got to my hand I looked at the clock on my lock screen.
Okay. I could work with that. Just because my body doesn't want to work right doesn't mean my life stops. I still have school. I still have lessons. I still have a social life and a boyf-
Maybe I could convince my friends that I was alright and dodge their questions on how stable I was, but not Rowan. Rowan was extremely good at picking up on details about me. Hell, he knew me better than anyone. For the longest time, I was Rowan's only friend, meaning he was with me all the time.
Rowan still stuck by my side wherever I went, even though he joined my friend group. I didn't mind the clinginess, it was when I got sick and he treated me like a little kid. That was the only thing that got on my nerves. It's not that It was him. I just liked feeling in control of myself. I never had other people take care of me before, so I didn't need it now.
After I checked the time I sat down on my bed. I let out a heavy breath I didn't even know I was holding in. I had to get ready. No matter how drained I felt. No matter how dark my eyes were.
Makeup. I wasn't a big makeup person, but today called for drastic measures. I took out my concealer and slapped it underneath my eyes, praying that it would cover up my zombie-like coloring. I added some blush too, considering how deathly pale I looked. Maybe that was natural for Wednesday, but not me.
When I was done with my makeup I decided I might as well get ready since classes started in an hour or two. I went to brush my teeth to cover up the vomit smell that was projecting from my mouth.
Right after I swished some mouthwash around, another wave of sickness hit me, causing me to lurch over the toilet again. Gross.
I re-did my brushing routine and moved on. I pulled my hair back into a singular braid, figuring I would have to make a couple more bathroom trips.
By the time I had gathered all of my things and prepared myself for the day ahead of me, there was a knock at my door.
Rowan and I had all of the same classes thanks to my mom, so we walked together. It was kind of sweet how he made the trip all the way up here just so we could walk to our first class together.
I was hunched over my toilet again when the knock was heard, so I quickly finished up and flushed the toilet. I had already brushed my teeth about 4 times, so this time I just washed my mouth out with some mouthwash.
"Coming!" I called. I didn't want him coming into this. I had opened my window on account of how hot I was, making my room as cold as the arctic.
I ran out of the bathroom and grabbed my bag. I ran over to the door and opened it, revealing Rowan with that usual tired look on his face when he first got me in the morning.
I attempted to try and cover up my illness and exhaustion. I knew this act wouldn't last for long though. He was practically my other half, and he was telekinetic, so he could kind of pick up whenever anything was off about me. I guess it was like a sixth sense because of the whole moving things with your mind thing.
He went in for a kiss like he usually did but I dodged it and hugged him instead. He raised his eyebrow at me a little bit.
"Yeah of course. I just woke up kinda early so I'm ready to start the day." Nice going idiot.
"Really? You're never like this. May I ask why you were up early?"
"I just kinda woke up for some water and ended up deciding not to go back to sleep. I'm just a little more motivated today I guess." I continued, moving down the hallways with him.
I let out a little sigh of relief, quiet enough so he couldn't hear me. When we arrived at class I took my usual seat next to him.
My entire body felt like it was on FIRE. I was certain Rowan could feel the heat radiating off of me. I was trying so hard to not do anything suspicious. It's not like Rowan would grill me for a cough or sneeze. But he would absolutely smother me if he knew about my condition right now.
I could feel him looking at me out of the corner of his eye for almost the entire lesson. I knew he was onto me, but I couldn't give in. I had to stick this out, or he would put me on bed rest for the next couple of days. I couldn't afford that. I hated falling behind because it was just more work I would have to make up.
I felt a burning in my lungs, then my throat. I had to cough. Whatever. Let one slip. It was cold in this class anyway.
I opened my mouth to cough. It wasn't even that bad, just a small one. To my surprise, as soon as I let it out my pen shot across the room.
"Sorry," I said looking up at everyone.
No way I was getting up to get my pen right now in front of everyone, so I just pulled out another one.
"Are sure you're okay y/n?" Rowan whispered to me.
"Yeah Row, just clearing my throat, nothing serious"
"Ok," he said, looking convinced enough for me to clear my mind.
I managed to get through the rest of our classes, only making one trip to the bathroom to puke. What a life.
We ended up going to lunch, sitting down with the rest of our friends. I sat next to Xavier as I usually did, Rowan on the other side. He and I had been friends for a long time, plus he stayed with my mom and me sometimes instead of going home for break. He was like my brother, and Rowan got along with him just as well.
Wednesday sat across from Xavier. They were a couple, but Xavier always preferred sitting opposite of her so he could draw the details of her face better. She looked up at me as we sat down. She frowned a little bit and pulled out the phone Xavier had got her.
I felt my phone buzz from inside my pocket. I looked at the text she sent.
I know you're sick. You look ill and your makeup is rubbing off.
Don't say anything, please. I don't feel like being smothered for the next few days.
She looked up at me and slightly nodded her head. Wednesday was also my best friend (you can imagine how excited I was when the two started dating) so she knew about how bothered I got when people took care of me.
I took my food out of my bag. I packed lunch since I had my kitchen. My friends were tired of the same "maybe cooking is my REAL power" joke.
I quickly threw it down, knowing I had to get some real substance in my stomach. Knowing I ate everything fast, I sat there waiting for bedtime else to get done, trying to keep my mind off of what would come up later.
Rowan looked over at me, seeing I had eaten all my food.
"Want some of mine?" He asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"No thank you." I felt pressure in my stomach.
"But I do have to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." I continued.
I got up and left my seat, heading to the bathroom down the hall. Thankfully nobody was there, giving me at least a little privacy.
I closed the stall door and got on my knees, falling to the floor as I let my lunch out of my system.
When I finally got done I washed my hands and then washed my mouth out with some water.
I headed back slowly to the lunch room. On the way, I thought to myself.
I'm not getting any better. Which sucks. Oh well. Like goes on. I'll take some medicine after my classes and drink some water.
I got back and sat in my seat. As soon as I sat down everyone gathered their things and left, leaving me and Rowan.
"Lunch over already? That went fast." I laughed.
"Y/n. You were in the bathroom for 20 minutes. Are you sure everything's okay?"
He looked worried. It made me feel guilty, but it was a personal problem. I just wasn't covering it up well enough.
"It's nothing, Rowan. I'm fine." I smiled at him.
He stayed silent with the same worried look. Think think think. Say something that'll convince him.
"I'm serious. I've just got caught up talking to my mom in the hallway."
"Fine....but you're acting a little weird-"
"Cmon. We're gonna be late to class."
Two classes left. That's it. I just had to make it through two classes. The first class was easy, I felt fine and life went great. And the very last class was a breath of relief. That was the only class I didn't have with Rowan.
I sat next to Wednesday listening to the teacher drone on about the history of supernatural powers. Interesting class, boring teacher. We moved on to textbook work and Wednesday and I talked about the summer camp her parents forced her to go to when she was younger.
I suddenly felt my stomach shoot up a bolt of lightning-like pain. I clutched my stomach and laid my head on the desk.
"Sorry, Wen. This sickness is kicking my ass." I spoke up to her.
"Y/n. I know you don't like how Rowan gets all over you when you're sick, but this is pathetic. If you just let him take care of you maybe you'll get better."
"Wednesday. I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I'll take some medicine when I get to my room and be fine."
"Whatever..." she said with no emotion.
Class ended and I made the slow trek up to my room. I think using my power to carry me would just drain me more. But these stairs made me want to die.
I got to my room and slammed my stuff down, not bothering to look where it landed. I took off my dumb uniform and pulled on some shorts and a tank top. I was still. Burning. Up.
It was the start of winter, so the window being open was like a blessing.
I brushed my teeth for what seemed like the thousandth time today, took the caked-on makeup off, and took out my braid. I hated having my hair up anyway. I'll just pull it out of my face if necessary.
I went down lay on my bed and saw him. Already sitting there. Shit. I must not have heard him come in.
I turned around from where he was sitting and almost went back into the bathroom to hide, but with a swipe of his hand, the door closed right in my face.
"No. Come here. Now." He said.
I was surprised at his sudden command. He usually wasn't ever like this. I walked over and stood in between his legs, acting innocent. Like nothing was wrong.
"What's up, babe?" I said, looking down and smiling a little.
He stood up over me with a serious look on his face.
"Y/n are you sick? Be honest with me."
"What? Oh my gosh no why would you thi-"
"Wednesday told me." He said, crossing his arms.
"Wednesday is delusional! You should know that by now Row."
"Okay then prove it. Here."
There in his hand, he held out a thermometer.
"Rowan I shouldn't have to PROVE I'm not sick to you."
"Well if you're not sick then you have nothing to worry about."
I glared at him, watching the triumphant smirk grow on his face.
"Fine," I said with a huff.
I stuck the little glass stick in my mouth and sat on my bed. 10 minutes. And I glared at my boyfriend the whole time while he gave me a shit-eating grin.
When the 10 minutes timer went off, he grabbed it from my mouth before I could get ahold of it and lie.
"Damn. Nope. Lay down. Bed."
"Row. Come. Onnnnn." I protested.
"No. You have a temp of 103.8 are you kidding me?"
"How sick are you? What's been happening?"
"Nothing. I've just been throwing up here and there and got some minor stomach pain."
"So I'm guessing that means 'I've been throwing up nonstop and my stomach hurts like hell'."
"...accurate. I guess." I sighed.
"Listen I know you don't like being taken care of when you're sick. But it needs to be done. You need to tell me about these things."
"My first sign should've been how freezing cold this room has been all day. Here take this."
He gave me some medicine and Tylenol for my stomach pains. Little shit. He then pulled over a trash can for me, just in case. I hate that he always knew just what to do.
He set a sheet down next to me on my nightstand with a few worksheets and page numbers written down.
"Your homework for the next two days. I went around to your classes and got it for you. Told them you weren't feeling well. It's not much. But if you need any help I'm here."
I wanted to cry. God. He had always been so thoughtful. He put himself in my shoes a lot, which meant he paid more attention to detail. Also meaning when I was feeling down, so was he in a way.
I felt bad. I shouldn't have kept this from him. Here I was lying and all he wanted to do was help me.
He kissed me on my forehead and grabbed his stuff when he had given me everything I needed.
"Okay well. I know you need your space so. Text me if you need anything. Love you."
He stood at the door and smiled back at me, knowing what was coming.
"Can you stay, please? I know I was stubborn. But I think you being here is a part of the process."
He shut the door behind him and took his things off.
"Thought you'd never ask," he said with a smile.
He walked over like he owned the place. He then said.
"Wait. I need to change first."
He then walked into my closet, where most of his clothes were on account of how much time he spent in here, and changed into sweatpants and a hoodie.
He came over and got under all of my blankets. No matter how hot I was I immediately cuddled up next to him. He was cold anyway. I felt his hands rub my sides and I leaned into his touch more.
I nuzzled my face into his chest and hugged him tightly. I took in his usual smell of fresh air. He always smelled like cold, crisp air. Perfect.
I was kinda glad he found out. Maybe I would get used to this...
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