Whole Again - poly!feral boys (DreamSMP)

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warning(s): mentions of vomiting, three boys get sick

It's been almost two weeks since my stream with Tommy, and I've found myself growing quite the fanbase.

Though, I'd say it's an even split between people that like me and people that hate me.

We've already dealt with our office address being leaked and Clay's number being leaked since.

I hop out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my hair.

Grabbing at whatever clothes I can find, I put on a pair of Alex's sweats and George's sweatshirt.

"Morning!", I greet Clay and Karl as I enter the kitchen.

"Morning, baby!", Karl chirps back.

Clay smiles at me.

Red flags start flashing in my head.

He looks noticeably paler than normal, his freckles showcased with more contrast on his cheeks.

"You're not gonna say good morning?", I pout, sliding closer to Clay.

He smirks, playing it off as an ego thing.

I know better.

I wrap one arm around his waist, sneaking the other hand up to his forehead.

"Clay! Your forehead is burning!", my mouth drops open.

He gives me a sheepish smile.

"I know.", he croaks out.

"You knew you were sick?", I scold him, taking the wooden spoon out of his hand.

He looks away.

It could be a mix of things.

He has a big project coming out soon that he won't tell me about, and Alex has been under the weather for two days.

"Go to bed.", I point towards the bedroom where Alex is already sleeping.

He gives Karl a look.

"You heard her.", Karl giggles.

Clay drags his feet as he walks away.

"You feel okay, don't you?", I ask Karl, giving him a warning look.

Heaven forbid he lies to me too.

"I promise, I'm good!", Karl holds his hands up in surrender.

I check his forehead just to be sure.

We both giggle when his story checks out.

"Sap! George!", I yell, trying to round them up.

"What's up?", Sapnap enters the kitchen.

I feel his forehead and scan him with my eyes.

"You're fine. You passed the test.", I inform him.

"What test?", he looks confused.

"Where's George?", I ask Sapnap, ignoring his question.

"Asleep on the couch.", he shrugs.

Uh oh.

I immediately beeline to the couch, checking his forehead.

He only has shorts and a t-shirt on, but he's burning up too.

"Georgie. Georgie.", I whisper, gently waking him up.

He stirs, letting out a soft groan as he opens his eyes.