@FreakedOutFan08: I'm already working on the fan fic now! Chase looks like he would put u thru a fxckn mattress!
Everrrrr4eva: You see how he protected her!?! That man ain’t got a harmful bone in his body, no way he did what Chanel said!
“Well at least the consensus seems to be leaning in our favor,” I said with a shrug.
“Okay, this may be good,” she mumbled and rubbed her temples. I paused looking over at her in concern.
“You good?” The look on her face wouldn't even allow me to conjure up a nickname for her. She looked like she was in pain.
“I'm good,” she answered lowly. “Just a migraine. I get them all the time.”
I nodded, remembering how rough those were on my mother. I knew she wasn't necessarily good, regardless of how tough she tried to play it.
“What can I do to help?” I asked sincerely.
“Nothing, nothing… I'm good. I just forgot my pills at the house. I can get them later. I'll be fine,” she assured me.
“Nah, we can go get those now. I'm not about to have you out here suffering and shit,” I said before turning to the driver and requesting he take us to her rental.
“No, it's no big deal. I have work to do today and they usually take me out for a few hours, so let's just get to work on debriefing.” She shook her head and then winced, covering her eyes from the sunlight.
“Amaya, I don't know what part of what I just said sounded like a question. But we're going to get your fucking medicine,” I asserted.
The driver raised his brows looking between us in amusement,but he knew who signed his checks, so he went ahead and drove us to their house like I requested.
“Put these on,” I said, handing her my sunglasses. She finally listened and threw them on, leaning her head back. I knew for a fact that she had a pair of her own in her bag, but fuck that, she was wearing mine. The further we rode, the worse she seemed to get and by the time we made it to their rental, I was ready to put hands on someone again just because she was in pain. I quickly hopped out to grab her door for her and signaled to the driver that I was going inside without her seeing.
“You didn't have to walk me in.” She mugged me as we walked in the front door.
I looked around the space curiously, finally seeing where she had been laying her head when she stayed out here. It was nice and cozy, five times smaller than my house now, but still seemingly twenty times bigger than the one I grew up in.
“Where's Jocelyn?" I asked. They pulled off before we did, so she should have been there.
“I told her I was coming straight here, so she said she was gonna go out and do some things in the city.”
“Oh,” I whispered. “Well I’ll stay with you until you get to feeling better.”
“No, I’ll be fine.” She rolled her eyes, then winced at the bright lighting.
“I wasn’t asking you.”
She started to argue, but her face went vacant before she dashed to the nearest bathroom. All too familiar with the whole process, I went to the fridge, pulling out an ice pack. By the time she came back, wearing a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, I had stripped down to my undershirt and pants, and had ditched my shoes.
“Really, Chase. You can go now,” she mumbled, accepting the ice pack that I handed her.
“I told you that I’m stayin’ until you feel better,” I said dismissively.
“Chase.” She rolled her eyes, stubborn as fuck, but if she wanted me gone, she was gonna have to move me, or at the very leastaskme to leave directly instead of insinuating it.
“You need to eat, which one you want? “ I asked, pulling the premade containers out of her fridge and reading the labels. “Lasagna bake or chicken fried rice?”
“The rice,” she rolled her eyes. I immediately went to heat it up for her. I would have ordered her something, or even cooked, but I noticed that she hadn’t had anything to eat all day and knew that probably wasn’t helping her any. Getting her fed was my number one priority.
We sat in silence as she slowly ate her food, and even more silence when her medicine put her straight to sleep. I put up her leftovers and cleaned up the mess in the kitchen before rejoining her on the couch and falling asleep my damn self. When I woke up, I noticed a text from Nik.
Niko:
Nigga, where you at? You tryna get into something tonight?
