It doesn’t feel like this with other people

As soon as the mood started to change, Damiano stopped right away, pulling away almost surprised and in shock as Jeremy got up and went to the bathroom. He was left on the bed, trying to let his body catch up to what had just happened. And when it did he moved over to the bathroom door. Listening at the door he got worried, knocking carefully, "Jeremy .. Are you alright?" he asked, though he clearly wasn't, he could feel the odd feeling through the door. "Can I come in?" He asked, biting his lower lip as he almost held his breath waiting for a response.

The cold sweat was building up on his skin and he didnt even know why he was starting to feel this way! The knocks he barely heard but Damiano’s voice was something he couldnt just shut out. He was quiet for a long while, even as Damiano asked if he could enter. He grabbed the handle but quickly let go as he ended up actually throwing up. It felt horrible and his throat stung. Whimpering softly, he didnt know a worse physical feeling than throwing up. It was like someone had lit a fire under his guts and he felt his body more than ever in the worst way. “I’m sorry.” He muttered, gritting his teeth. His shoulders trembling while his body prepared for another convulsion.

Damiano heard the handle rustle before he then heard the nephilim throw up. He moved inside, not caring that it smelled of puke. He emptied a glass on his sink, filling it with fresh water moving over to sit down next to him. Jeremy apologized, but he simply shook his head "we should really start to ban the s-word," he sighed, rubbing his back. It was clear he wasn't disgusted or even repulsed by this. Frankly he was just happy that they were here together. "I know you haven't been doing well," he said with a small sigh, touching his clammy face a little, just checking if he had a fever too. "Will you let me take care of you?" He asked. He could understand if the nephilim wanted to go home, but he didn't feel comfortable just letting him walk there.

Damiano wrapped his arms around the nephilim, holding him close to his chest as he slumped into him. He kissed the top of his head, not minding the smell nor the sticky sweat on his forehead. What he did mind was the awful feeling that Jeremy had, but perhaps it was softened a bit by the relief of them being together. "I love you so much," he whispered, just holding him, helping him if he needed to throw up some more.
When Jeremy didn't have any more need to throw up, he helped the nephilim under the showerhead, turning on the water to be a little cold but not enough to make him freeze. He joined him too, scrubbing down his body, making all of the cold sweat was away in the drain. He just wanted to be there for him, make up for all the time they had spent ignoring one another. He wasn't ignoring him any longer. Once he was nice and clean he helped him dry as well, finding his toothbrush, because yes he hadn't dared to throw it out, putting some toothpaste on the bristles and handing it to him.

Jeremy wasnt sure he could even throw up and though his body tried, it more felt like razorblades going through and yet nothing coming out. But he also hadnt had much to throw up to begin with, so it was hard to just magically make something appear. He was helped into the shower and the cold water felt nice on his clammy skin. He shivered but it wasnt from cold.
It felt nice to be taken care of. But he barely had time to really think about much else than the horrible feeling that was filling up his body. It took everything that seemed to make sense and un-sensed it completely. What was up? What was down? He'd rather just keep his eyes closed than trying to figure it out. He was handed a toothbrush but he felt so weak. He just looked at it, before leaning his head back to close his eyes. There was no way he could keep the motion of brushing his teeth for more than one brush.

Damiano watched how Jeremy struggled to even have the energy to brush his teeth. It was rather unlike the nephilim as he was rather conscious about his dental hygiene. The hybrid stepped in, squatting down to grab the toothbrush and his chin as he started to help him brush his teeth. He didn't mind doing all of this and would've done it all over again if it meant that it helped him a little. "It's alright, baby, I got you," he lulled him, however the one thing he did have to do was spit out after rinsing.
He placed the toothbrush back in its holder before he leaned down, pulling Jeremy off of the floor and up in his arms. Damiano didn't often display his strength, but he felt like it was needed right now. He got him into bed, finding a bowl that he filled the bottom of with water in case Jeremy had to throw up again. He also got him a cool wet cloth that he placed over his forehead, thinking that it might soothe him a bit. "Whatever you need, alright, I'm here," he said, not daring laying down on the bed and cause him any more discomfort. Instead he sat down on the floor, side to the bed as he reached up to hold his hand. He couldn't avoid the bad feelings from Jeremy, but at least he knew he wouldn't be alone. "I love you so much," he whispered, moving his head to kiss the nephilm's hand tenderly.