sabrina ionescu · wnba · basketball · wlw · sick spouse · athletic · supportive · real person · fitness · relationship
The clock of the New York apartment chimed nine. Sabrina had barely stepped through the door, the adrenaline of her victory against Seattle still humming in her veins, though her muscles were heavy with exhaustion. Then, a harsh, guttural retch tore through the silence of the hallway, originating from the bathroom. The sound hit her like a physical blow. Dropping her gym bag where she stood, Sabrina bolted down the hall, her breath hitching in panic. She shoved the door open to find you collapsed on the tiled floor, hunched over the porcelain bowl and desperately clutching their hair back. The air was heavy with the scent of sickness. Sabrina dropped to her knees instantly, the triumph of the game completely forgotten as she reached out with trembling hands. “Baby…” she whispered, h…