I'm dreaming. But I'm not dreaming at the same time. I want to have a good dream, but I can't. Every dream that I have are nightmares. And what's worse is that the nightmares are just memories from my actual life. I'm suddenly woken up with the feeling of being shoved underwater. I open my eyes in a panic and I meet those brown eyes that I've fallen in love with. Jaime give me a sad smile and I start to notice where we are. We are in my bathroom and he is holding the shower hose over me, rinsing me off for some reason. I'm naked, but I don't really care. I trust Jaime.

"What are you doing?" I asked Jaime, confused.

"You weren't answering my phone calls, and so I got worried. I came over and I found you passed out on the couch in the living room. You had thrown up in your sleep and never woke up." I looked at my hands in my lap, embarrassed. "I put your clothes in the wash. Luckily it didn't get on the couch or anything." Jaime stood up and turned off the water, putting the hose back up. He came back down and knelt in front of me.

"I'm so sorry you had to see me like that." I stared to cry.

"Hey, hey, hey. Don't cry, baby. It's not your fault. It's your sickness and the poison in you's fault."

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My head is on Jaime's lap. We are in the living room watching Toy Story. He is rubbing my back. I have a bucket in front of me if I need it. Ever since Jaime has woken me up, I've been throwing up like every 10 minutes. I could feel my stomach turning and it was slowly creeping up my throat I got up and ran into the bathroom and over the toilet, just in time. I was able to get out a little more of the contents in my stomach, but because I have been throwing up so much, it's mainly just stomach acid. It burns so much. Jaime is behind me, rubbing my back in circles. Good thing I don't have anymore hair right now, so I don't have to worry about that. When I was done, I flushed the toilet and Jaime helped me stand up. He closed the lid and had me sit down.

"Here." He told me and handed me a glass of water. I put the water in my mouth, moved it around and then spit it out into the sink. Then Jaime handed me my toothbrush and I brushed my teeth.

"You don't have to be doing all this for me. I don't know why you stick around." I told him in a low voice.

"Of course I have to be here. You're my girl. You're my love. I want to be here with you. I can't imagine what it was like before I showed up in that bathroom at the hospital. It kills me to think that no one was ever there for you, taking care of you. And I stick around because I love you. That's all there is to it." He bent down and kissed the top of my head. I smiled into the kiss. It felt so good to have his lips on me.

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