Avery pov
Today was the day I finally felt normal. After vomiting for over 20 times. The urge disappeared after waking up. Food poisoning sucks because it hurts so bad. I couldn't even go to the toilet! That's why Silas put me in a pull up, I guess it was better than messing myself...
Silas stirred beside me before waking up immediately."Avery? Are you feeling alright? Do you need the bucket again?" Silas quickly stood up and grabbed the bucket, bringing it right in front of my face.
"N-no. I don't feel like throwing up anymore Silas." I said weakly. "That's great! It means you're getting better! Is your tummy still hurting Avery?" He asked. I nodded my head and laid it back down on the pillow.
"Aww it's okay. I'll go make another bowl of soup for you, then give you your charcoal. Oh and I'll call Ezra in just in case you need something okay?" Silas left the room swiftly but closing the door gently behind him. Then proceeded to call Ezra with the loudest, mightiest voice ever.
A minute later, Ezra came stumbling into the room shirtless with a pillow between his arms. "Hi Avery." He muttered out. "I hope you're feeling better." He said as he sank into the bed right next to me. He pulled me towards him as my face was pushed against his chest. Leaving me no choice but to leave my pillow aside for now..
Almost immediately Ezra started snoring, making my head vibrate against his chest. I wanted to sleep but my tummy rumbled in hunger. I thought about it before slowly getting out of the bed. It felt weird walking after 3 days of being bed ridden. I slowly pushed open the door and headed into the kitchen where Silas was making me breakfast. "Oh? Avery, Wasn't Ezra supposed to look after you?" He asked me in confusion.
"Ezra fell asleep, bubba." I walked towards Silas and hugged him tightly for comfort. "You're so clingy it makes you 10 times more adorable you know that?" I nodded my head cheekily and headed to the couch where I found Jake and ace on their phones.
They looked up and gestured for me to sit between them. "Oh Avery I'm so glad you feel better!!" Jake said. Kissing me all over the face. I giggled and hugged him back. Then I turned to ace and hugged him too. "So glad you feel okay buddy." He said giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Do you need a change Avery?" Ace added. I looked down and noticed that my pull up was wet. Making it visible because it was puffy. I must've did it when I was sleeping. Because no way I did that when I was awake.
I nodded my head and ace took me back into my room. He went to the drawer and pulled up some baby wipes, baby powder, rash cream and a new pull up. "Ace, why do I have to wear another one?" I asked. "It's because you're still sick bud. It would be easier to change you rather than wash your clothes."
I nodded at him as he told me to lay on the bed. I laid down right beside Ezra and ace started taking off my pants, then my pull up before wiping my area and applying rash cream all over my parts. He then told me to stand up and slid the fresh pull up onto me. Lastly, I pulled open the waist band for him to sprinkle some baby powder in my pull up. "There. All good and new." Ace said admiring his own work. I wondered where he learned how to change a diaper like that.
"Thanks ace." I hugged him one more time and headed back out into the living room where I saw Jake at his usual spot. "Hey Avery!! Come sit here!" He patted on his lap, I headed over to him and sat on his lap. He magically pulled out some type of oil and started rubbing it on my tummy. It felt spicy at first but wasn't after a few seconds. I decided not to question him because it made my tummy feel better.
I relaxed deeper into Jake's chest and closed my eyes letting them rest for a moment while waiting for Silas to finish cooking.
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strong brothers
General Fictionguys I've decided to remake strong brothers 😉 about: (a boy named Avery, kidnapped at the age of 2. tortured, beaten, and even starved. for he was a weak boy who never experienced love. yet he called his abuser "father". for a 12 year old, he was...
