Freedom To Another Cage [BILLFORD]

Chapter 13: Still Sick (How?)

Ford noticed that while the cold had gone away, Bill was still somewhat sick. At first, he thought it was because of the medicine, but it slowly got him concerned.

He sat down on the bed and placed a hand on Bill's shoulder. "Bill? You feeling alright?"
"Just.. nauseous... nothing too much." Bill shrugged, arms crossed over his stomach (for lack of a better word) as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Ford furrowed his eyebrows, continuing to stare at Bill. After a bit, he placed a hand on Bill's forehead to check for a fever. He had to make sure it wasn't coming back.
Nothing.
Ford removed his hand and let out a small sigh of relief. "You don't have a fever... But you still look terrible."
"Wow. Rude, much?"
"I meant that your still sick and feel terrible. I wasn't calling you ugly or anything."
"Oh, so I'm beautiful?"
"No. You're a literal triangle, I don't think you classify as 'beautiful' or 'handsome'."
"Wow."

Ford looked back down at Bill with a somewhat concerned look. "Seriously though, how are you feeling? I don't want you getting sick all over again."
"Bit sick and tired... Well, literally."
"Do you feel any other kind of pain? Your stomach or anywhere else?"
"Uh... back? But I'm sure that's common with adult mortals."

Ford paused. He honestly couldn't care less about the back pain. That was a common pain for an adult mortal. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Do you know how long you've felt like this?"
"Just now."
"Hm.. Maybe it's something you ate? Or maybe you just feel sick from the remnants from that cold you had." Ford mumbled, trying to figure out the reason behind Bills odd sickness.
"Maybe something I haven't ate. Can ya get me some grapes?"
Ford raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by the simple request. But, nonetheless, he stood up from the bed and nodded. "Yeah, I'll be right back."

Ford soon returned, holding a small bowl of red grapes. He sat back down on the bed and handed the bowl to Bill. "Here."
Bill took it and started munching away. "Oh yeah. Definitely needed these."
Ford watched as Bill started eating the grapes. A bit curious, but mostly concerned, he asked, "You feel better now that you're eating?"
"A bit..."
Ford nodded slightly. "Can I... Try something real quick?"
"Uhm.. Okay..?" Bill set the grapes aside.

Ford slowly leaned forward to gently press the palm of his hand against Bill's stomach. He looked over Bill's face for a reaction, trying to see if he winced in pain or not. Instead, he slapped his hand away and covered his stomach. "Don't."

Ford was extremely confused by this. In the past, when he tried touching Bill in any sort of way (usually to push him away or something), the only reaction he ever really got was just an annoyed or sarcastic response. But this was completely different. His reaction sounded more... Defensive. As if he was trying to protect something.

"I'm done." Bill said, passing the empty bowl to Sixer. "More, please."

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Ford's eyes slowly opened as he woke up and noticed the lack of Bill beside him. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking around the room. "Great, the triangle's gone again..." He mumbled quietly, getting out of the bed to go look for him.
Ford eventually found him outside at the side of the house, throwing up. Ford walked over to the side of the house and saw Bill hunched over. "Bill- Oh, Jesus..." He said, quickly walking over and knelt down beside him.
Bill groaned tiredly, slumping against him. "Na... Nature c'n take ther grapes back... I doen wan 'em.."

Ford chuckled a bit at that and nodded. He kept a hand on Bill's shoulder as he stayed knelt down beside him. "I'll keep that in mind..." He said with a smile, before the smile faded. "You doing alright now? You done throwing up?"
"I think.. 'M tired though.." Bill mumbled before reaching up. "Carry me."

Ford paused, hesitating for a second before he caved with a sigh. "Alright, I'll carry you." He said, standing up and picking Bill up bridal style.
"Mmm thank you.." Bill said, taking a part of Stanford's turtleneck into his fist.
Ford just nodded in response, keeping a hold on Bill as he started walking inside of the house. Once he was inside, he carried Bill back over to the room and to bed, setting him down carefully. Bill was practically limp, so he slumped onto the bed.

Ford pulled the covers back over Bill and sat down on the side of the bed with a sigh. "You feel better now? Or, at least, better enough to go back to sleep?"
"Ish..." Bill mumbled.
Ford nodded, not really surprised to hear that response. He stood up from the bed, "I'm going to go get you some water, you probably need it from all that throwing up you just did.."
"Mmh... Thank you.." The triangle mumbled.

"No problem." Ford soon left the room and went to go get some water from the kitchen. He didn't get why Bill was so... Tired and out of it. He still hasn't found out whatever was wrong with his stomach either.
After grabbing a glass and filling it up with water in the kitchen, Ford returned back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed beside Bill. He handed the glass to him and spoke, "Here, drink this. It'll help a bit."
Bill took the glass before he turned his eye to a mouth and pouring the water in.

When Ford saw that the glass had been practically drained of water, he took it from Bill and set it down on the side table. "There, better?"
Bill grumbled a bit before getting comfortable, ready to go to sleep again.

"Guessing that's a yes then." Ford said, letting out a small sigh. Though, it was interrupted when he suddenly remembered something. "Hey, uh, do you mind if I try something? I just want to check something."
"Meh..."
Ford took that as a yes and gently pushed Bill over just a bit and pulled the covers down to reveal his stomach again. He looked over his stomach for a moment, before carefully pressing his hand against it. Bill swatted his hand away again. "No. Touching."

"It's just a quick check. It'll be done in a second." Ford said, somewhat annoyed at the swatting away. He reached a hand out again to do the check.
Bill glared intensely, but let him. Ford was surprised and a bit relieved when Bill actually let him touch his stomach that time. He was quick about it and started gently prodding different parts of his stomach, trying to see if any spots in particular were sensitive.

"I don't see the point in this."

"Just bear with me." Ford mumbled, continuing to prod different spots. He got to one specific spot, when he pressed on it, his hand was immediately pushed away by Bill again. "Enough. I'm tired." Bill said, getting in his comfy-spot again.

Stanford paused, a bit surprised at the sudden firm tone. He let out a sigh, moving to lay down beside Bill. "Alright, I'm done with the check, you can go to sleep now."
"Good." He closed his eye, pulling Six close to cuddle. Ford let out a small chuckle as he was pulled close by Bill, wrapping a arm around him. "Oh, so now you want me to touch you. What happened to 'no touch'?"
"Shut up." Bill said, putting his face into Stanford's chest.