Helena was roused from her comfortable slumber with a groggy groan at the muffled sound of what seemed to sound like vomiting from the bathroom.

Whining sleepily, the brunette reluctantly shrugged off the warm, patterned covers that were engulfing her frame — realising that you weren't sleeping beside her once she rested her hand on your side of the bed.

And then it hit her foggy brain: you were vomiting in the bathroom.

Helena's eyebrows pinched together, sitting upwards and standing — hissing out through her teeth once her bare feet hit the dark chocolate wood floor.

She brushed her chills to the side immediately once she heard your miserable whine from the bathroom — padding over to the bathroom door and quietly creaking it open.

"Hone-" Helena felt her heart audibly shatter once she saw how miserable you looked: ghostly white skin, sleepily sunken eyes, chapped lips and tousled, knotted hair, "oh, baby..."