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Chapter 71 - Spralmer (Spot x Race x Albert x Elmer)

- Chapter 71 - Butterfly Barrettes Help Everything -
Warnings: Slight injuries and sickness, but mostly fluff
Modern AU
Third Person POV

Race flips the covers off of him.

The covers were flipped back on him.

Race looks groggily at himself, confused. He flips the covers off of him again, trying to get up.

The covers were flipped back on him, arms snaking around his waist and pulling him against them.

Albert lays his head in the crook of Race's neck, hugging him close.

"Albie..." the dirty blonde haired boy whines.

"You're my prisoner now." Albert declares tiredly, his eyes closed. "You're staying with me here." He tells him.

Race whines, trying to get up. "I have to go to work." He responds.

Albert pulls him more against his chest and stomach, wrapping his legs around Race's. "My prisoner." He mutters.

Race continues to try to get up, when he heard the door open.

"Stay laying down, bubby." He heard Spot tell someone, maybe him? He didn't know. "You'll feel better if you sleep."

Race opens his eyes slowly, finding Spot in front of him, his hand now placed on Race's shoulder gently.

"What?" Race found speaking harder than it should've been.

His eyes narrow and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. Why is speaking so hard?

"Race..." Spot starts warily, his eyes looking over his youngest boyfriend's face. "You passed out yesterday." He reminds him. "Don't you remember? And Jack's here, worried."

Race tilts his head to look up at him. "I did what?" He chokes out.

Spot looks to Albert, who's eyes had finally opened, still clinging to Race.

"I think some rest is probably good for you." Spot mutters, gently bringing the blanket up to Race's chin. "Al will lay with you."

"No, no." Race shakes his head, trying to get Albert's arms away from him. "I'm fine. Where's El?" He asks.

"I have a butterfly barrette for Race." He heard Elmer's voice, before Elmer appeared in front of him.

Spot chuckles softly.

Elmer grins at Race. "You're okay!" He exclaims.

Race cringes. "Too loud, El." He whispers.

"Sorry." Elmer whispers. "I have something for you."

He slowly brushes the barrette into Race's hair.

It was blue and it matched Elmer's yellow one.

Race notices a pink one in Spot's hair and figured Albert probably had one.

And if he knew Albert and Elmer, it was probably green.