Peter and Willow: Love Can Only Make Us Stronger...(S10-E15)

That same early Monday morning, the same one that we left off with, with Luke and Laura. Peter lies awake in bed. He just got home from working at the nightclub some hours ago. Willow lays cuddled up close to him, trying to get some much needed sleep herself. Peter did not want to leave her home alone and so sick last night but Willow insisted he go to work. Tracing his fingers up and down her arm hoping it helps her relax and not focus on the nausea that is taking over her. Peter worries about her as she has not been able to keep down any food for the past 3 days. 

*Peter* "Maybe I should take you to the doctor. It's Monday now and
 you're still sick..."

Seeing Willow so ill sends Peter into a panic. He does not ever want to see her in any kind of pain ever again. After finding Willow in his apartment laying is a pool of blood 3 years ago barely hanging on to survive Peter can never ever justify her deserving any amount of physical pain ever again.

*Willow voice weak* "I'll be fine...I just need to let this run its course."

*Peter* "Babe, it's been 3 fucking days...I think it's best I take

 work off tonight and take care of you till you're better."

Willow rolls over in pain curling her body into the fetal position. The cramps in her lower abdomen hurt, her body aches, and it is some of the worst pain she has felt in a very long time. Moaning she folds her arms across her body trying to focus on staving off the wave of nausea 

she feels coming on again.

*Peter* "Willow?!...."

*Willow moaning* "I'm fine, Peter...Just give me a minute!"

Willow is not used to having him hover over her like this, except for when she was finally released from the hospital after Nathan nearly stabbed her to death. While she is grateful he is here, sometimes she just wants him to let up a little and let her relax. Peter in panic mode is

 like a hyperactive, in your face child.

*Peter* "You're not fine and it's fucking freaking me out! You 

never get this sick...It's fucking killing me to see you like this."

*Willow* "It's just some food poisoning. I'll be okay..."

*Peter* "Just some food poisoning?! You've been fucking throwing your guts up for 3 days now..."

Willow bolts up again...The nausea is rising in her throat now and

 what little food she tried to eat earlier when Peter came

 home is now wanting to come back out....

Peter follows in hot pursuit of her as she rounds the corner to make her way to the small on suite bathroom. He is worried she might fall or pass out on her way to the toilet, from her weakened state.

Willow collapses onto the cool tile floor in front of the toilet. Her body rejecting the food she so carefully nibbled on earlier this morning. Peter is not far behind as he follows her into the bathroom.

Walking over to stand behind her, Peter pulls back her long, dark, jet black hair he loves so much as she continues to throw up. Her body dry heaves as it continues to force what little amount of food she ate all back out and then some. Willow's body retches as she fights to gain control over it.

Peter stays quiet not knowing what else to do for her right now but hold her hair back. Willow finally stops, taking a deep breath now as she gets things under control. The bile burning her throat in the process she stays hunched over the porcelain bowl until she feels it's safe...

She truly does appreciate Peter's concern for her, even though she sometimes fights him on it. A few years ago this would have never happened. Peter's sweet gentle side is something he rarely shares with the outside world. Willow finally leans back, her body even more weak now.

*Peter* "This is fucked up...I'm taking you to the doctor, and then reporting 

that fucking food truck to the health department. I'll call Gary. I have his number."

Gary is the guy Peter usually sees when he comes to check 

on the the nightclub he manages. He will definitely

 get things looked into for him regarding this shady 

food truck Willow believes she got sick from.  

*Willow in a raspy tone* "It's fine...Peter."

*Peter* "No it's not! You're fucking sick as a dog...Someone

 needs to pay for it."

*Willow* "Just stop with the macho bullshit. You're making my head hurt.

 I'll be okay..."

*Peter* "Quit fucking fighting me, babe. You're too weak and I'm worried."

Peter decides to quit arguing with her 

it's pointless right now. 

*Peter* "C'mon lemme help you up...and get

 your face washed too while we're in here."

*Willow croaks* "Okay..."

Peter hooks an arm around her holding her up as he reaches over to run the tap on the sink. Willow covers her nose as the smell of

 her own vomit makes her queasy again.

*Peter* "I'd put you in the shower but I don't think you

 can handle that right now..."

*Willow* "ugh..."

Peter helps her rinse her mouth and wash her face. Then he scoops her up and carries her back to the bed. Hoping she doesn't hurl again 

then he'll definitely have to bathe her and himself as well. 

*Willow* "You're not worried I'm gonna throw up all over you?"

*Peter* "It wouldn't be the first time babe...I've dealt with worse."

Peter gets Willow back into bed then sits 

on the edge next to her.

*Peter* "Where's your phone?..."

*Willow* "Why?..."

*Peter* "So I can call the doctor."

Willow closes her eyes again as another wave of nausea hits her.

 She hates doctors and hospitals especially after all the 

trauma she experienced. She swallows hard as

 she gains the strength to speak again.

*Willow* "I'm not going...I'll be fine."

*Peter* "Fuck no! This is no longer up for discussion. I'm sure your phone 

is in the other room. That's where I last saw it..." 

Peter is about to get up when Willow stops him.

*Willow* "Peter stop. It's fine...I'll go to the clinic.

 Just lay with me till I fall asleep. I need to rest first and so do you. 

You've hardly slept since you got home."

*Peter* "Fine...But we're leaving in a couple hours. I'm not

 changing my fucking mind."

Willow closes her eyes and nods in agreement as he climbs into

 the bed behind her. Pulling her small frame in against him as

 she quickly dozes off to sleep.

Peter leans in and kisses her softly below the ear. Pulling the blanket over both of them. He cannot sleep. He is too worried about her. 

Freaked out she could be sick for many other reasons, she did experience major trauma to her body when Nathan attacked her. It took her a long time to recover physically and mentally.

*Peter whispers* "I love you too damn much...Losing you 

would fucking end me..."

To Be Continued!

I had hoped to make this episode just a bit longer but this week has been very busy. So instead of just postponing it I decided to go ahead and post a snippet. Hope you all enjoyed finally seeing Peter and Willow.

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