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Everyone needs someone to rely on. Someone to go to when shit gets tough, who’ll back you up under any circumstance. The person to hold your hair back whilst you violently vomit your guts out into the toilet. For (Y/N), that came in the form of Valeria Garza.
The master bathroom in Valeria’s home was filled with sounds of gagging and dry heaving, followed by loud sobs.
“It’s alright, you’re alright sweetheart.” Valeria coo’d as she multitasked holding her girlfriend’s hair away from her face and rubbing her back.
In between choking up pieces of last nights dinner, (Y/N) sobbed out a pathetic “I just want this to be over,” face contorted in a deeply pained expression.
Valeria frowned, continuing to comfort the other girl who had resumed throwing up, before she decided to take action.
“I’ll be right back,” she said, tying (Y/N)’s hair back to make sure none of it got dirty in her absence, before standing and leaving the room.
She knew exactly what snarky remark her girlfriend would have made, had she not been doubled over the toilet bowl in pain. She could practically hear the “it’s not like I’m going anywhere,” (Y/N) surely would have let out.
After a few more minutes of vomiting and tears, worsened by the loss of the comfort she provided, Valeria came back to her girlfriend with a spoonful of medicine, fit to ease her aching stomach and nausea. She once again kneeled by her girlfriend.
“Come on princessa, drink up.” She muttered, holding (Y/N)’s chin gently between her index finger and her thumb, slowly guiding the medicine toward the other girl’s mouth.
Once (Y/N) realized what her girlfriend was trying to do, she weakly turned her head and whined out a sad “mm-mm.”
Valeria sighed, slightly peeved, but understanding of her girlfriend’s situation. “I know it tastes bad baby, but you gotta take your medicine or you’ll just keep feeling this way. You don’t want to feel like this anymore, do you?”
(Y/N) shook her head and turned to face Valeria, a single pitiful tear running down her face, quickly wiped up by Valeria’s gentle fingers.
Gentle. The big bad Sin Nombre, brought to her knees and turned gentle for the girl in front of her, the girl she loved. Valeria knew exactly how vulnerable (Y/N) was in her current state, she silently promised herself that she would always be there to help (Y/N) through the tough days. She’d dry (Y/N)’s eyes a million times, hold her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach a million times, spoon feed the poor girl medicine she desperately didn’t want to take but also desperately needed a million times, if it all meant her girl was happy and healthy. She owed her that, (Y/N) would do the same for her and even if she wouldn’t, Valeria adored her.
“I brought you some Gatorade to drink after your medicine, it’ll get some hydration back into you, and get the bad taste out of your mouth.”
(Y/N) looked up at her girlfriend with tearful puppy eyes, unable to muster even a weak smile as she murmured a quiet “thank you,” before allowing Valeria to slip the awful medicine down her throat. Valeria was quick to give her the opened bottle of Gatorade as a chaser when she swallowed, something (Y/N) greatly appreciated, downing the liquid before throwing the bottle off to the side.
As (Y/N) collapsed into her arms, Valeria went back to rubbing the girl’s back. “Of course mi amor, I will always be here for you. Now let’s get you off the bathroom floor and back into bed.”
Valeria stood up and held out a hand, expecting (Y/N) to take it and follow suit. She did not, “Just- Just give me a sec, okay?” She said quietly, head still spinning.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” Valeria muttered, reaching down and scooping up her girlfriend so that both of her thighs wrapped around her middle, hands supporting them on either side.
“‘m too heavy to carry, I can walk,” (Y/N) whined, unable to put up as much of a fight as she would have liked.
Valeria scoffed at the idea, steps unfaltering, “You insult my strength, my love, do you forget who I am? I’ve picked up people your size and bigger many times, please just let me coddle you.”
(Y/N) submitted, too tired to fight any harder, simply allowing the rhythm of Valeria’s steps to try and lull her to sleep.
Valeria sat (Y/N) on her side of the king size bed, watching as she rolled over into a fetal position. Valeria slid into her own side of the bed shortly after, facing (Y/N), eyes glued on the gentle resting expression on her face as she tried to sleep.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Valeria murmured, gentle hands brushing pieces of (Y/N)’s hair out of her face.
(Y/N) opened her eyes, looking at Valeria with them half-lidded. “But ‘m all icky and sick,” she argued.
Valeria pressed her forehead to the other girl’s, “Still as beautiful as ever,” she whispered, moving slightly to kiss her girlfriend’s forehead.
(Y/N) leaned into her lips, basking in the act of love. More tears she was unable to control rolled down her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she whispered, Valeria’s forehead returning to her own.
“Of course sweetheart,” Valeria said like a vow.
“No really, thank you. Thank you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you,” (Y/N) pouted.
For the millionth time that day, Valeria wiped her tears away. “You’d probably still be throwing up,” she smiled, brushing more hair out of (Y/N)’s face, “But that would never happen because I will always be here for you.”
The corner of (Y/N)’s mouth quirked up, her eyes slowly closing. Valeria could tell by the rhythm of her breaths that (Y/N) had fallen asleep, she’d continue to watch over the sleeping girl like her guardian angel, ready to fight whatever was thrown their way, even if that meant fighting sickness.