Serotonin - NorRay

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Hi! Sorry I haven't updated lately, but here you go <3

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"Remember no sex for one more week, right?"

"Yeah, I still have to remind him." Ray laughed as Norman's face heated up.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Norman was red and Ray and the doctor laughed. 

"Your test results are back, and your serotonin levels are..." his face went from smiling to frowning and sighing from the paper in his hands. "Awfully low..."

"..." Norman's hand squeezed Rays slightly tighter than before. Ray glanced at him, then looked back at the doctor. 

"Is....am...I going to die?!" Rays breath rapidly grew and he began hyperventilating. The doctor shook his head.

"You won't die, but it can increase or worsen suicidal thoughts..."

"....." when they got in the car, it was silent.

"Ray...are you happy with me and the twins?"

"..." ray paused for less than a second before answering. "Of course I am, but.."

"Is there something wrong?"

"..no."

"Alright.." when they got home, Norman said he was going to the store. Ray was watching the twins late at night when the door opened. Ray ignored it, knowing Norman would probably be tired. He continued playing with Noah while Nora rested. Noah was giggling until they heard what sounded like someone was gagging and pouring  thick liquid down a drain. Ray stood and left Noah with Nora in their crib. He ran to the bathroom to see Norman sitting on the floor in front of the toilet. 

"Norman...baby..what's wrong?" Ray crouched down and stroked his back gently. Norman's shoulders bounced, and ray could assume he was crying. 

"Ray..." he panted out, his voice broken with pain. "Ray..."

"I'm right here..I'm right here..what's wrong?"

"It...it hurts..." Norman said as he once again threw up. 

"Where does it hurt?" Ray gently rubbed his back and ran his fingers through his hair trying to calm him down. 

"M-my throat...and stomach..." Norman groaned out. Ray continued rubbing his back until he was done. He helped him up and changed him out of his clothes. 

"Does my little baby have a fever?" Ray cooed, making Norman look at him with sad eyes. Ray laid him down, and gave him tea and bag if he needed to throw up again. Ray went to put the twins in their cribs, and went back to Norman. "Nor Nor, what happened?"

"I.." He coughed before he could finish, then vomiting again. His nose was running and his eyes were watery. His cheeks were stained with tears, which kept rolling down his face. Ray sighed, and left to go to the couch. It wasn't the most comfortable bed, but he couldn't get sick or the twins would get sick. So he set up the pullout bed and slept on the thin, stiff mattress while he felt the springs dig into his back. He cuddles with his stuffed animal and shut his eyes, blocking out the sound of coughing and throwing up.