I shouldn't have agreed.
We worked until maybe around 10 pm, when we finally finished everything, though who am I to complain?
I spent most of the time laying my head down and making a fuss about everything, mainly at him.
And though I could tell my whining was very much bothering him, he didn't dare say a word back at me.
With this being his idea and all, full well knowing I wouldn't just willingly work with him after being shook awake, he was sure of not talking back.
It was a bit amusing.
"God, finally."
-I say, standing from my chair as I walk away from the desk, leaving Tom to collect the finished papers.
I stretch my arms out hard as I yawn.
Tom stands from his chair, flipping through the papers in his hand.
Double checking.
Typical Tom.
As he finishes, he grasps the small stack in one hand, directing his gaze to me.
I stared back at him, leaning against my window as I waited for him to understand.
"What..?"
-He says quietly, clearly clueless.
"My medicine."
-I answer, holding my hand out.
"You don't need it. You're not sick."
-He responds.
"Tom. You gave me your word."
"You shouldn't be taking medication for something like this, it'll make you ill."
My hand slowly falls back to my side.
"It helps me, Tom."
-I say in a slightly softer tone, his mindfulness is sweet but it's none of his business.
"It doesn't help, it just knocks you out for eight hours."
His voice now sounds pissed and irritated.
I pause as I try to think of something to say, we both do.
I start, but Tom cuts me off.
"You didn't go to any of your classes today, obviously haven't left your room today either. We both know what's going to happen if I give them back, if you keep taking them after tonight."
"That's not going to happen- I'm not your problem anymore Tom, Stop trying to "look out" for me. I can take care of myself."
-I argue.
He stays silent.
"You aren't my fucking nurse Tom, I can take what I like."
"You have a girlfriend for god's sake, care for her. Not me."
Now neither of us know what to say.
We both just sort of silently stand in our spots, not sure of what to do.
I try to meet Tom's eyes but they aren't staring my way.
He stares at the door for a moment before walking towards it.
Still not bothering to give back my jar, but I don't say anything.
Afterall, he might be right.
He slams the door closed behind himself as he leaves.
God, what am I supposed to do now?
I've been sleeping quite literally all day, so it's no use trying to sleep now, though I will try in a few hours.
Perhaps I should get out of my room, maybe try to find something to eat.
Maybe I should go outside for a walk.
Maybe I should talk with Henry.
I'll figure it out on the way.
{Woooo, finished this chapter today along with getting halfway through the next one}
{Hope you enjoyed this chapter}
{The next one is gonna have some strong emotions, so just be ready}
{It'll probably be published tomorrow}
{As a child, what's something you we oddly really into?}
{Example: Like dinosaurs or something }
{Mine were penguins. I don't know why but I've been really into penguins since I can first remember. Now maybe not so much}
{How's the weather where you live?}
{It's just been raining a lot here in canada}
{If you have any questions you'd like to ask me, feel free to do so}
{And if you have any ideas that you'd like to see in a chapter, let me know so I could make it happen}
{I don't really have anything else to say, so i'll just continue working on the next chapter and until next time}
