static [joshler]

bedridden

TW: pills, vomiting, and medical issues.

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The cancer filled boy coughed loudly into the porcelain bowl. His body shook as he vomited out the little bit of food he had in him. The force it had on his body made him weaker. It was hard to hold onto the sides of the toilet because of his shaking hands. This was officially his worst state of health. It took minutes of coughing and gagging for it to finally stop.

Tyler ran a hand through his sweaty hair as he leaned back with a whine. He sat sideways with his legs bent, almost sitting on one. He used this left arm to support his body and held onto his stomach with the other. Tyler's insides felt like they were playing tag and twisting themselves together. His breathing was shaky. Either that was another symptom or he was just freaking out.

Once Tyler decided he was done, he shut the lid carefully and flushed. A sighed came out of his lips. He pushed himself off the ground with his shaking limbs and washed himself up in the sink. He traveled back to his bedroom and kicked the box out from under his bed with his foot. Dizziness prevented him from bending over so he kneeled to the ground. When he discovered that the bottle was empty he put the pain killers back inside its hiding spot. He didn't have the energy to get upset so he pushed the box back, climbed into bed, and buried half his face into the pillow. He didn't bother to move for several minutes until he rolled to his side and pulled the blankets over himself.

The brunet put a hand to his face. It was burning hot. He definitely had a fever from some kind of infection. It felt like a hammer was beating at his skull along with all the other bones in his body. His stomach ached and his chest and throat burned from the coughing. He was all around weak.

It was hours of lying in agony that built up his courage to try something. His Dad was gone but his mother was home. She was slightly nicer than Chris so he thought that maybe there was a chance. He was going to ask for medicine.

His socked feet took him to the living room where his mom sat shuffling through some papers.

"Mom?"

Her name being called caused her eyes to travel to the sound. She eyed her son from over the glasses that sat on her nose. "What do you want?"

"Um, I don't feel good..."

"Not this again." Kelly mumbled as she put the papers to her side. "Why?"

"...I threw up, my head hurts, my whole body aches, and I keep getting dizzy."

"Drink some water."

"I tried that. I threw it up."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Can I please have some medicine or something?"

"You would just throw it up."

"No, Mom-"

"You said it yourself."

"Come on, I feel like shit."

"No one has a perfect life."

Tyler sighed. "Why don't you believe me?"

"Because doctors lie all the time. You're feeding off their lies to get what you want. And if you truly do have cancer, Tyler, I think your working yourself up. You can get better by eating the food I give you. The natural way God intended."

"But I can't eat your fucking food because I can't fucking keep it down."

"Tyler. I know you are angry but be rational here. Take a deep breath-"