09-20-2017, 11:59 AM
Sometimes, Jamie woudl sneak inside of Morrison's room (his former room, Jamie was forced to stay at the nearby "guest room" that's more of a storage than anything) and just gazed at his face. Sometimes it would speak of struggles, his features scrunched up together and he would sweat, toher times he would sleep serenely, looking more at peace than any other time. Jamie would hug his knees and just looked. He didn't knwo what to think of their future, his mate obviously hating him, but then they had been bonded and they were stuck together for life, so to speak.
He usually would miss the times when Morrison threw up, senakign away from the room right before dawn, but this time he happened to be there. He stood up and held Morrison's body, holding his stance so the muscle wouldn't pull on his stitches. This was unusual symptom, as he was quite sure Morrison didn't eat anything that's bad. He had been sharing the same diet anyway and he felt fine. It was only water that came out of Morrison as well, more gagging than really throwing up. He laid morrison back down and hurried over to get some water for him to rinse, his brows knitted together tightly as he sniffed. There seemed to be something changing in his scent....
He usually would miss the times when Morrison threw up, senakign away from the room right before dawn, but this time he happened to be there. He stood up and held Morrison's body, holding his stance so the muscle wouldn't pull on his stitches. This was unusual symptom, as he was quite sure Morrison didn't eat anything that's bad. He had been sharing the same diet anyway and he felt fine. It was only water that came out of Morrison as well, more gagging than really throwing up. He laid morrison back down and hurried over to get some water for him to rinse, his brows knitted together tightly as he sniffed. There seemed to be something changing in his scent....
