You awake with a start and sprint into the small bathroom off yours and Alex's bedroom. Leaning over toilet, everything you ate today makes an encore.
"Babe?" Alex says, walking into the small room. "You okay?"
You respond with another gag.
"Oh, shit." He kneels down next to you, pulling your hair back. "Shhh. It's okay. Take slow breaths. Think happy thoughts." He reaches up to the sink and grabs a cup you left there that morning. He fills it with water and hands it to you. "Small sips." Alex rubs slow, smooth circles across your back. You reach up and push down the flush handle.
"I think I'm done." You say, sobbing slightly.
"Okay." He says, looking a little green himself. He was always the one with a weak stomach.
"I feel like I got hit by a bus." You hand him the cup. He puts it on the counter and leans in, kissing your forehead.
He stands up and goes back into your shared bedroom. When he returns, he is holding one of his old shirts.
"What time is it?" You say.
"About three in the morning." He responds, sitting down by you. He pulls your old shirt over your head and presses his lips softly to your collarbone, comforting you. Alex helps you into the clean shirt, which smells faintly of him. You feel a little better already.
"Come on, lets go back to bed." He takes your hand and helps you up. You stumble a little, due to your throbbing head and dizziness. Alex keeps you up right and picks you up, bridal style.
"Now you can't fall over." He smiles, kissing your forehead again. He carries back to your bed and sets you down. A moment later, you feel the weight in the bed shift as he gets in to his own side. You feel Alex's arms wrap around you and pull you against him.
"I love you, Alex." You whisper.
"I love you too, even though you puked in the bathroom." He whispers back. You feel him smiling into your hair. He begins to sing softly to you and you quickly fall back into a deep sleep.