TRAPPED

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I want to preface this chapter by reminding everybody that I am not a medical professional, literally just a girl writing Wattpad stories, so some of the medical information in this and further chapters may not be correct. Please feel free to correct me in the comments but refrain from being rude about it. Thank you. Enjoy the chapter! <3

Celine

"Celine."

     I shake my head in my half asleep state and turn away from the voice, exhaling a small breath.

"Celine." Matteo says again, setting a hand on my shoulder and gently turning me back around.

"What?" I grumble.

"Dinner's ready."

"I'm tired."

"I know," he says gently, "you can go to sleep after you eat something."

I sigh and sit up, my hair undoubtedly messy and my face most likely puffy from sleep. I take the bobble from around my wrist and tie my hair up into a low ponytail, standing and following my older brother out. We go downstairs, then into the kitchen. Plates are already passed out and everyone is already seated. I go sit next to Léo, who smiles at me.

     "You okay?" He asks.

     I nod.

"How are you feeling, Celine?" My dad asks from the head of the table. I look over at him and shrug, then glance down at the food on my plate.

     Suddenly I want to fall asleep, right here at the table, but refrain from it. I've already slept for half the day, I'm rested enough.

     I curl my arms around my waist and lean my head on the back of the chair, deciding to discard the food. I don't have much of an appetite.

     Dinner goes by quickly, and when everyone's done I go back to bed, exhaustion weighing me down with each step I take to my room. I realise that I told Léo we could watch a movie, but I'm too tired to turn back now.

Adrien

I wake up in the middle of the night when I feel a small, hard poke on my arm, accompanied by the sound of sniffles.

     I peel my eyes open, looking up at Celine's tear streaked face. I sit up. "What's wrong?"

     "I threw up." She mumbles. "I don't know where the—the spare sheets are."

"Okay." I say tiredly, standing up. "You stay here, and I'll go change your sheets for you. Are you feeling okay now? Do you want me to get you a water?"

"Yes please."

My eyes soften, "alright, baby. I'll be back in a minute."

I leave the room and go into the empty, dark kitchen to grab a water from the fridge, along with her little headache soother. I go back upstairs, finding her sitting on the edge of the bed, arms curled around herself.

"Here, sweetheart." I say, passing both of the things to her.

"Thanks." She whispers, her voice so quiet I barely hear it.