Progeny

Chapter 4

Over the next few weeks, Brooklyn still went to Winston's apartment a couple times a week. He wasn't seeing much right now. It was still too early to know for sure.

Brooklyn still was going on patrols, watching TV, and eating meals with his clan. He often watched in sadness or jealousy of how Lex would spend time with Alex, and how Broadway and Angela sat together on the couch in the library so lovingly. And with Goliath and Elisa. It seemed everyone had someone to hang with but him.

Goliath had Elisa, and he was often helping her out on her nightly patrols. Hudson had Bronx. Brooklyn just felt so out of place in the clan. Just being a second in command didn't seem like enough. He wanted what Broadway and Angela had, and Goliath and Elisa, regardless of being different races.

He was glad to have Winston as his friend, but he still longed for that much needed extra bond.
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Four weeks after Winston's unknown meddling with the red gargoyle, when he woke up, Brooklyn roared and stretched. They all went to go get ready for their breakfast.

While Broadway cooked and the food smells that wafted from the kitchen, Brooklyn could smell it, and he suddenly got nauseated. It came on so suddenly. His stomach churned and he clutched at his beak and made a mad dash for a bathroom. He knew one was nearby.

The others all saw him take off clutching his mouth.

"What was that all about?" Angela asked.

"I don't know. We'd better go find out." Goliath said.

The others went to go find him. He normally never did that.

They found him in the nearest bathroom, throwing up.

"Brooklyn, what's wrong, lad?" Hudson asked in concern.

Brooklyn finished tossing his food, panting hard. "I... don't know. It... came on so... suddenly..." He smelled something else and puked some more.

"It could just be a bug, but you seemed fine when you woke up." Lex said.

That time was his last. He panted some more. "I don't know... what caused it." Brooklyn said.

"It'll be alright, Brooklyn. Just take this night off and just relax." Goliath said.

Brooklyn knew he would. Afterwards, he went to his room. Xanatos had given them all their own rooms. He laid down on his bed. Owen later brought him some anti-nausea medicine and he ended up throwing those up too.

The red gargoyle knew he didn't feel good right now. Nausea swarmed in his stomach at the moment, making him keep a hand on it. He definitely wasn't going out tonight. He went back to his room and laid down again.

Fox soon brought him a spare bucket to lay by his bed just in case of it happening again.

"Thanks, Fox." Brooklyn replied.

"No problem. The clan just wants to see you well again." Fox replied before leaving.

"I know." He declared. He didn't get sick often. Hopefully whatever this was, was just a 24 hour thing, he hoped.
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But that proved wrong. It began to happen every night at some point. Sometimes he would wake up nauseated, other times ravenous. When he was hungry, he would eat with his clan, but within a short time after eating, Brooklyn would end up finding himself running to a bathroom or to a trashcan.

The clan was growing concerned. This wasn't like him at all.

Goliath ordered for Brooklyn to be off of patrols until further notice, until what was wrong with him was found out.