Forgotten[boyxboy]

Sick

It's been almost a year that I'd been brought out of the dark. Almost a year since I'd met Miky and Marcus; as well as their brothers. It'd also been almost a year since Marcus and I had gotten together. And every now and then, Kacy and everyone would come to visit; at first I thought he was going to get after me again. But this time, they had a new member among their midst. Arron. I'd found out that he was Kacy's boyfriend.

Arron an I got along almost instantly; he was so much like me. Only difference was; he could get really pissy. Especially at Kacy; who was always complaining about Arron getting mad at him. I was glad that Kacy had found someone else to chase after, and Arron seemed to fit the bill. He always gave Kacy a taste of his own medicine; some days I wondered how Kacy could stand Arron. He was always such a smart ass.

We'd gotten closer over the past several months; several cheery holidays had come and gone. Everyone seemed happy. Everyone except me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something just didn't seem right. It's like whenever I got this bad feeling that something was going to happen, I usually got sick.

Which is what was happening right now. My face felt flush as I hunched over the toilet heaving my guts out. It confused me to no end; I'd never felt like this before, so I didn't understand a thing of what was happening. And it didn't help the Marcus and Miky were out doing some of the shopping for the week.

My whole body was shaking as I stood hitting the lever on the top side of the toilet, and walking over to the bathtub. For a minute I just sat there in a trance trying to ease my churning stomach. I felt like I was going to be sick again, but I was now running on empty. So there would be nothing that would come up.

I turned off the faucet and peeled off my sweat soaked clothes before climbing in. I leaned my head back against the cool wall and closed my eyes. The water was helping; that was a relief. My ears twitched when I heard the door downstairs close; I opened my eyes and listened for anything out of the ordinary.

I heard footsteps shuffling up the stairs before the bathroom door opened and closed. At first I didn't see anyone because the door was was behind me, but then Marcus appeared from around the wall and walked over to the sink. I saw his reflection in the mirror as well as his soaked back. Must be raining.

I moved to drape my arms over the side of the tub as I watched him. "Is it raining?" He jumped and turned around leaning against the counter breathing heavily. I didn't think he'd seen me. "Yeah. And it's starting to really come down." Listening now, I could here the soft pitter patter of the raindrops on the roof as they slowly got heavier and heavier.

Silence. I grimaced when Marcus made a face and reach for the fabreeze. "Ah yeah; sorry about that. I kinda got a little sick..." I trailed off and looked away trying to find something else to look at. "You got sick? Why didn't you tell me?" "Because you weren't here."

"Hey, where's Miky?" "She's over at a friends house. She won't be back for about a week." "Oh." I watched as Marcus sprayed the air with refreshener. "So you planning on washing your hair?" I looked at Marcus who was now sitting on the toilet seat across from me.

"I was going to yes." "Do you mind if I help you? " "No I wouldn't mind. I could help you with yours if you want." I mentally face palmed, I couldn't believe I actually said that. Marcus had a faint blush on his face as he scratched the back of his head.

"Sure." I smiled and turned around as I heard clothing slide against itself as Marcus removed it. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I scooted forwards so that he had room to climb in. When he did, I found myself sitting between his legs. "Jeez you like warm baths don't you." I laughed.

"Come on, thought you were gonna wash my hair." I teased. I heard him huff before he shifted around reaching out in front of me to grab the shampoo. I purred as his hands worked their way through my hair. The sounds of soap bubbles popping in my ears.

Marcus' hands left my head as began splashing in the water, washing away the soap. "You know; I didn't grab a cup for rinsing." "No worries." I bent down and submerged my face in the water that came up to my rib cage and washed the shampoo out.

I came up and deliberately tried to splash Marcus with water. I laughed as I heard him grumbling behind me; something about how he hated being splashed. He must have realized I was laughing at him because when he spoke again I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Thought that was funny did you?" "Yep." I couldn't help it, it was just too funny.

There was an opportunity to get back at him for surprising me with a kiss, and I took it. I jumped when Marcus wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his face into my neck. "You know it's your turn to wash my hair now. You did offer after all."

"Sure." So this was how it was going to go. Us playing in the bathtub; alone for a week. Fun.

And it was fun; despite how I thought it was going to go. I thought it'd be quiet and there wouldn't really be much to do. How wrong could I be. I mean it's not like we threw a party or anything, but Marcus did blast hard rock music. I could only laugh at his childish antics, and play along with him. We made quite a mess of the house over the week; which left us to clean it before Miky got home.

I was exhausted by the time she got home. It was around dinner time, so there wasn't much to do. She came in through through the door, obviously expecting something to happen. Miky was pleased that the house did come tumbling down over our heads; mainly her's. And I think her relief was pointed more towards Marcus than me; which led me to wonder what he possibly could have done.

"So, did ya'll have good day? Was it relaxing?" Miky sat across from the two of us. Marcus and I shared a look before both of our heads fell against the back of the couch. "That good huh." I just closed my eyes for a moment, ignoring the world, before a sudden feeling of nausea washed over me. My eyes snapped open and I made a break for the bathroom, holding my hand over my mouth.

Next thing I knew, I was leaning over the toilet bowl again heaving. I really didn't know what was wrong with me. It'd been a week and I was still feeling sick. I didn't understand, I thought I was over this, and yet it was still happening. Even Marcus couldn't tell what was wrong. Every now and then I might get cold, but it wasn't ever extreme.

"Damn." I didn't have to turn my head to see that Miky was standing there in the doorway. "You gonna be okay there Foxy?" I started to shake my head, but another wave washed over me and left me speechless. Miky frowned and left to go to who knows where.

The water swirled down into oblivion as I walked out of the bathroom, making sure to spray the room with air freshener. I found Miky talking to Marcus downstairs in the kitchen. I walked in on them talking, something about me, but I didn't catch it. I was too focused on getting something for my throat to even care.

"Hey Foxy, got a question." I turned around and stared at Miky over the top of my cup as I sat on a stool at the island. "How long have you been feeling sick?" I set the cup down. "A week now. Why?" "What all have you been feeling? Runny nose, sore throat, headaches; or anything like that?" Now that I think of it, I have been feeling those.

"Yea. Do you know what's wrong with me?" I was that something was terribly wrong with me, but the look that I was getting from Miky said that it was only minor. "Foxy, I think you have a cold." "A cold?" "You're sick."