Her Allergy

I didn't know how long I was in his arms, but I know it was long enough for my legs to start aching me. I slowly disengaged from his body, his black vest wet with my tears and slightly rumpled because of the way I've been gripping it.

I sniffled and slowly lowered myself onto the bed. The headache I was feeling was now ten times worse. I think I could really use a pill now.

Alexander slowly bent down to meet my eyes. He studied me for a few seconds while I struggled to avoid his gaze. My face was flushed. I can't believe I really cried in his arms.

Alexander mildly took my hand in his and briefly rubbed the back of my palms.

"My feisty little Angel cried in my arms. I just want you to know that I'd never intentionally put you harm's way. Heavens, I would never do that to you. You're way too precious." He caressed my cheeks, and I instinctively shut my eyes leaning into his touch.

"I'd send Claire to you. You just have to freshen up and have a proper rest. Or if you can't take your bathe, I can help you with that."

"No, I can do that myself." A small smirk appeared on his lips and I momentarily gave him a glare.

"Take care, baby." He leaned in and kissed my forehead. He gave me one last glance, stood up and then left the room.

Immediately the door slammed shut, I let out a deep breath. I got up from the the bed and walked to the bathroom to freshen up. The headache had reduced just a bit, but it's still there, only that this time, it's not trying to damage my brain cells.

I walked out of the bathroom with a pink towel wrapped around my body when a knock sounded on the door. I strolled to the door, opening it a little to see who it was. I smiled and opened it ajar when I saw that it was Claire. There was a tray in her hands and she looked flushed.

I ushered her in and closed the door after she had walked in. She went to drop the tray on my bedside table while I walked to the closet to get dressed. I reappeared into the room fully dressed in just a light, blue-coloured jumper. 

I silently watched as Claire dressed my bed. My bad. I actually forgot to dress it after getting up. Claire smiled at me as soon as she finished tucking in the last bit of linen in.

"You didn't have to bother with that, you know," I said going to sit on the bed.

"Okay, but I bothered, and you're now sitting on a properly made bed." I chuckled at her words and rolled my eyes. "Here, your headache must be making you uncomfortable," she said, handing me two pills and a glass of water.

I quickly swallowed the pills, and flushed it down with the glass of water. 

Claire brought the tray of food to me. I salivated at the sight of the richly garnished Italian pasta in front of me, but as soon as just a spoon entered my mouth, I instantly rushed to the bathroom to regurgitate the whole contents in my stomach, only that my stomach was empty prior to the one I vomited earlier.

I was going to fall sick. I knew it. I hardly fell sick. I can't even remember the last time I was in poor health.

Claire helped me up and flushed the toilet. She guided me towards the sink where I rinsed my mouth and washed my face. I briefly glanced at my reflection on the mirror. I looked pale and my eyes had dark circles. My blonde hair was a mess and my usually bright hazel orbs has dulled. I sighed at my reflection and shook my head lightly. I look horrible.

I slowly walked out, more like dragged myself out of the bathroom. I was feeling extremely weak and feeble. The headache had returned, but this time, it returned with its entire generation. The room was spinning and black dots had started to appear in my vision. I shook my head to clear my vision, but it seemed my action worsened it, and before I knew it, I was consumed by pitch black darkness.

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My blurry half-opened eyes were seeing three figures and my well functioning ears were hearing voices speaking in low and hushed tone. I blinked repeatedly to blink out my blurred vision.

"Alexander." My voice was hoarse, making me wonder how long I've been unconscious.

"I'm here, Angel." He quickly appeared in my line of sight. His voice was calm and his face was filled with concern as he looked down at me. He gently took my left hand in his and that was when I noticed that there was an IV inserted into my palm, and a drip was hanging above me.

"How long was I out?" I asked while looking around the room. My eyes met the sky blue walls and I instantly knew that this was Alexander's room. I smiled at Clark and John when I noticed them standing further away from Alexander.

Clark returned my smile and winked at me, while John just gave me a curt nod.

"Twenty hours," he muttered, his grip on my hand tightening a bit as he said the two words.

"That long? Is it that serious?." Well, that's almost a day. 

"The doctor was here earlier, and he said you had pathology immunology. The alcohol you took was extremely harmful to you. Fuck, Ivory, you were allergic to alcohol, but you still went ahead to drink to the point of getting drunk. What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Alexander's nose was flared, and there was a scowl on his face.

Clark stepped forward and touched his shoulder lightly. Alexander gave him a side glance, and Clark shook his head negatively at him. A silent communication passed between them before Alexander sighed and looked back at me.

"I didn't know I had an allergy to alcohol, and besides, it's not my fault that I drank. You caused it. Don't try to lay blames now." Alexander stared at me for a few seconds before he leaned down and pecked my forehead and my eyes.

"John, tell Claire to bring her some food. I know she must be hungry." As if my stomach heard him, it groaned loudly, and I squirmed in embarrassment.

"Obviously, she is." I heard Clark say with a chuckle.

"I'm going to find that son of a bitch who gave her shots to drink. Take care of her for me, Clark." 

Before, I could hold him back and plead with him not to hurt Damien, he was already out of the room. Clark immediately came to my side with a grin on his face. I sighed and shook my head in defeat.