We’re at work getting the club ready for the weekend rush. Friday nights are always crazy, and tonight is the first night I’m not excited. I’m too in my own head, wondering why I’ve been feeling so gross.
“Might be because of stress.” I shrug, helping her to dry glasses and put them away. “It started after Emmett left. I’ve been worried about him being gone for so long. I miss him like crazy already. Been wanting to cry all damn day, texting him all the time. He’s probably annoyed with me by now.”
“No, he’s not,” Silva laughs. “That man is obsessed with you. He’d probably be texting back all the time if he wasn’t working.”
“Why does he have to be so sweet?” I groan, putting my head on the bar top. “Why couldn’t he be selfish and say ‘fuck that town’ and be here with me?”
“Lexi. Really?”
“I know, I know.” I stand back up. “That was a bitchy thing to say. I’m glad he’s a good man. Sometimes I think he’s too perfect, and might be a robot or something. Then I remember he chews with his mouth open sometimes, and it settles me, knowing I’m not with a cyborg.”
“Have I ever told you how weird you are?”
“All the time.”
After I help Silva, I switch over to serving, where I stay until it’s time for me to perform.
The crowd is cheering, giving me that high I love. It feels so freeing being up here on the silks.
Moving into position, I do the splits, getting another round of cheers. My smile drops as my stomach starts to turn.Fuck, am I going to be sick?
No, no, no. Not up here. Not right now, in front of all these people.
I let myself drop until I’m almost to the ground, getting a gasp from everyone. When I get to my feet, they all clap. I do my best to smile, my legs and arms shaking from the strain of being up there. I give them all a wave before making my way off stage.
I head right for the bathrooms and make it just in time before I get sick.
As much as I don’t want to go, I think I’ll be spending my free day at the clinic. Lovely.
“Could it be my heat? It’s a little too soon for my next one, but it’s not always like clockwork, right?” I ask Dr. Herrera.
“It could be possible. How long have you been feeling this way?”
“On and off the past few days. But it normally goes away by midday.”
“And you said you’ve been working out more? How do you feel after you’re done with your workout?”
“Hungry, sleepy. But other than that, fine.”
She nods. “And have you had a fever?”
“Not that I noticed. I haven’t felt hot.”
“What about diarrhea, or has it only been vomiting?”
My cheeks flame. I don’t like talking about my bathroom habits with anyone, even my doctor. “Just vomiting,” I mumble.
She writes everything I’m saying down, and I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking.
“It could be stress. Since Emmett left with the other guys to help down in Summer Side, I’ve been kind of depressed.”
“You have quite an attachment.” She smiles.
“Is that a bad thing?” I genuinely ask.
“Sometimes, it can be. But you don’t have a history of being heavily dependent on people in your life or growing unhealthy attachments. I think it’s just that you’ve finally found someone you can trust and feel comfortable with. After everything you’ve been through, it’s understandable. Also, you’re still in a new relationship. Being an Omega, it also comes with the territory. Omegas can often be possessive and attached to the people they love. It’s nothing out of the ordinary.”
That's good to know. Still, I kind of hate being this worried about being away from Emmett or being alone. I was used to living on my own, spending most nights by myself when I wasn’t with Silva or one of the other girls. It wasn’t until I met Emmett that I started hating being alone.
