I took some more deep breaths when the door opened, once again. I was about to tell them to leave when my stomach flipped, and I continued vomiting. I was startled when I felt someone’s hand brush mine and hold my hair back for me. I spat when I was done and quickly turned to see who the fuck was touching me.
It was a blurry blob, but it looked too familiar.
“Migraine?”
Enoch.
I let out a breath of relief, trying to relax my tense body.
“No, maybe something I ate,” I explained, spitting again into the toilet before reaching up and flushing it. “Hit me out of nowhere.”
Enoch released my hair, standing up from his crouch position behind me and offered his hand.
“You might not wanna touch my hands, they’ve been on this disgusting as fuck toilet and bathroom floor,” I said.
Enoch chuckled and shook his head at me, grabbing my hands regardless and pulling me to my feet. He pushed me towards the sink where he told me to wash my hands. I realized that he was retrieving my backpack from the floor while I did what he said. I took a moment to rinse my mouth, the chunk of hair that had gotten vomit on it, and splashed some cold water on my eyes as well.
“If you’re gonna be sick again, aim for the floor or a trashcan,” he said, handing me a stack of paper towels.
I nodded, drying my hands and face.
Enoch’s hand was on the small of my back as he led me out of the bathroom, the bell signaling that the next period had begun.
“The last guy to enter the bathroom was gonna offer to take me to the nurse’s office but said I was a bitch to him and left,” I chuckled dryly. “To be fair, I did flip him off.”
“Well, lucky for you I’m used to your ruthless exterior and would’ve helped you regardless,” Enoch said, adjusting both backpacks on his shoulder.
“How did you know I was in there anyways?” I asked after taking another cleansing breath to try and keep the nausea at bay.
“I actually didn’t. I guess you’re lucky my bladder chose right then to need the bathroom,” he chuckled softly.
I nodded in agreement because any time with Enoch was better than being alone. Even if it meant puking my guts out.
“Maybe it’s the stomach flu,” Enoch suddenly said as we turned the corner almost to the nurse’s office. “A couple kids in my history class were out with it yesterday.”
“I guess it is that time of year,” I shrugged, considering that as a reasonable conclusion.
“How are your eyes?”
“I’ll live,” I dismissed with a flick of my wrist. “I can still kind of see.”
“Good,” he said with a teasing lilt, “you can’t die on me yet. I haven’t even had the chance to ask you on a proper date.”
I chuckled softly, although my chest ached with the guilt of leaving him soon.Will we even go on a date before I have to end things?Enoch held the door of the nurse’s office open for me, and I stepped inside.
There was a kid in a gym uniform holding an ice pack to his elbow, and Enoch urged me to step towards the nurse’s desk. I guess she had called us over.
The nurse sighed. “I told Mr. Brenwick that he needs to call me from the classroom if a student gets a chemical in their eyes.”
“No, no. It’s a stomach bug or something,” I shrugged. “Just puked my guts out. My eyes are fine, just a by-product of my tears. I could use some ice for them though.”
She stared at me for a moment, a usual reaction when someone witnessed my allergic reaction.
“Okay then. Do you want me to call your parents to pick you up?” She asked kindly.
“I don’t think my dad will answer,” I said.
“Oh, if he’s at work we can call any of the emergency contacts in your student file,” she suggested, clicking on her computer screen. “Let’s see, student number?”
