From Mountains to Lone Stars

Maverick sat curled in a ball on my bathroom floor. When I brought her back from chemo, she had been so weak, she begged me to take her to my apartment. I had seen her tears and just broke inside. She promised she wasn't on-call and so I had called Johnny. He said he didn't want to break the rules and that I could just stay over with her... until I had sent him a video of her shaking on my couch.

I watched her as she shook, uncontrollably and reared up to vomit. So much of me wanted to go in there and hold her hair. I wanted to be a part of her pain, to help her through it. But every time I went in there, she yelled at me to leave. It wasn't angry, just a desperate plea to not watch her as her body turned against her.

"Mav, please." I stayed just outside of the bathroom and watched as she continued to vomit. "I don't think you should be vomiting this much."

Her blue eyes were bloodshot as she turned to look at me. A small dab of puke sat at the corner of her mouth and her hair was in complete disarray. And she had never looked more attractive to me then she was sitting there crying her eyes out.

"I hate it," she said, "I hate throwing up. I HATE IT!" She flushed the toilet and stood up shakily.

She swayed on her feet and I immediately rushed over to her, holding on to her waist. "Careful, beautiful."

A watery smile met my eyes. "I don't think I look beautiful right now, but thank you Matt. Matt, I want a shower."

"I can start one for you."

Maverick looked at me, biting her lip. "I don't think I can stand on my own."

I raised an eyebrow and then it clicked. Nodding, I turned to my shower, still keeping my arm around her waist and turned the water on to as hot as I could stand it. Carefully, I helped Mav climb out of her clothes and sat her on the toilet as I took off my own clothes. Her eyes traced my body. Shaking my head, I flashed my dimples at her.

"Eyes up here, Mav." I guided her into the shower, helping her step over the brim and then climbed in after her.

She smiled and then started coughing. It was the kind of coughing that usually preceded throwing up. Her arms wrapped around her stomach as she bent over. Bile ran down my drain and I wrapped my arms around my girl.

"Maverick, were the first two times after chemo this bad?" Handing her shampoo, I held her up as she rubbed a glob of it into her hair.

"No... Matt, I'm scared."

I rubbed her back. I was scared too. "Should we call your doctor?" I put some conditioner in her hands so she could add that into her hair.

"Probably," she said and started to cough again. Her tiny body wracked with coughs as she dropped to the floor of my shower.

"Alexa!" I kneeled down next to her.

As her body wracked with coughs, she grabbed my hand. Her little hand clutched mine tightly and that's when she vomited. This time her bile was black. My eyes widened. If I had learned anything, it was that black vomit was never a good thing.

"We're calling the doctor!" Picking Maverick up, I climbed out of the shower and wrapped her in a towel.

"Matt, I don't feel good." Her face was pale as I searched for the doctor's number. Just as I found it, she passed out.

"MAVERICK!"

Notes

So, much like me, Maverick hates puking. Let me tell y'all something... I have never had cancer but I watched my father and my grandmother and one of my friends go through it. Chemo is a bitch and I fucking hate seeing anyone deal with such a monstrous disease.

Also, like having puked up blood, that shit sucks too.

Enjoy!