GMW- One shots (Markle)

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Maya's POV:

I sighed in my sleep shifting, trying to get comfortable only to turn and meet Farkle's face

I held in a yelp as I chuckled to myself

Farkle was snoring lightly as his hair covering his eyes

I smiled, but immediately wince as my stomach churned

I sat upright as my stomach lurched

Quickly getting up I dashed to the bathroom

Opening the toilet lid, all of the contents from my dinner was spewed out of me

Heaving into the toilet, my lungs burned and my eyes stung with tears

I was sure with all the noise I was making farkle would wake up, and I was correct

Farkle wandered in rubbing his eyes as he called out of me

"Maya?"

He opens the door and his eyes widen as he immediately goes into protective mode

"What happen??!" He asks worried

As I turned to him to answer I felt dizziness take its toll and immediately faced the toilet to throw up more

He grimaced as he rubbed my back and held my hair back

I heaved more and could feel my empty stomach ache in protest at its lack of contents

Sitting back weakly I leaned against the wall wiping my mouth

"Ughhh" I groan, my head throbbing

"Are you ok....?" Farkle asks after wetting a rag and handing it to me

He had touched my forehead and pulled back immediately

"You're burning up..." he mumbles

I huff as he places the rag in my hand and stands up

"Come on, I think your sick...." he says offering a hand

I sit, silently protesting any movement whatsoever

He sighs and with that he bends down and picks me up bridal style and leads me into the living room of our apartment

As he lays me down I put a hand to my mouth to cover myself from throwing up again

Farkle quickly rushes to get me a plastic bag, and thankfully he got It to me just in time, as I threw up into the plastic bag

"How did this even happen?" Farkle asks as I set the bag down

I shrug

He kneels beside me and puts another rag on my forehead

"If its a common flu kind of thing, it should go away by next week" he says rubbing my arms comfortingly

I nod, but turn to him weakly "Can I have some pickles...?"

Farkle looks at weirdly "I thought you hated pickles"

Grabbing his collar I grit my teethe and respond "I'm sick, just get me my damn pickles..."

Farkle nods quickly and rushes off to find pickles

"Oh and while you're at it can you add them into some icecream?"

-------1 week later----------

I woke up in a frenzy to make it to the bathroom

Throwing up again, I felt myself grow dizzier

"I don't think it's a sickness...."  I mumble to myself