Brayden had woken up feeling like complete crap. He was pretty impressed that he had even got out of bed in the morning to go to chemo. If theirs something you don't want to do when you feel like crap, its willingly go to something that you know is going to make you feel worse. But he had done it, not that he really had a choice. After spending the rest of the afternoon being sick and sleeping, Brayden was starting to feel a bit better. But Brayden knew there was only one thing that would actually make him feel better. Their were plenty of medicines out here to help him but all he really needed was the feeling of her arms around him.