Miserable at Best (Sequel to Our Never Ending Melody) (NateWantsToBattle)

Chapter 12

BRETT

"Do you realize what you did?!" I snap, at him, pushing him gently, as we walked toward the Food Court.

"Don't yell, Brett. I have a migraine." He told me, regaining his balance, as I pushed him.

Standing there for a moment, I see him fix himself then watched him as he proceeded to fix his hair, keeping it parted on the left side.

This guy always worrying about his hair.

"Then let me tell me you this as calm as possible." I breathe. "You let your weakness show, Nate. You nearly passed out in front of Morgan, in front of your mother!" I say to him, trying my best to be calm.

"Brett, I'm sorry. I couldn't breathe. Morgan was asking questions. The room was spinning, and I guess I just... Dropped." He told me, lowering his gaze.

I then look at him, suddenly feeling bad. "Look, I get it, you can't control anything, I know." I say to him silently, as he looked away from me. "But you told me not to tell Morgan or anyone else about this. Yet, you're making it impossible to play it off as fine. Your condition is getting worse, you may not see it, but I see it. It really is. But you need to be strong. It's gonna be hard, I know. But you need to be strong, until --"

"Until I die?" He cut me off, finally looking at me, giving me a look of fear. He said it, not me, but I felt his pain when he said it.

"That could be today, tomorrow, next week or --"

"Nate!" I stop him, trying to calm his nerves. He's scaring himself by talking about this. "Let's just get food."

Nate just sighed, the walked towards the Food Court. He then stopped, looking over. He scanned the area before sniffing the air.

"Take this!" He suddenly handed me his phone, wallet and bag, before running away.

I knew it, I knew it! The smell made him sick.. He claims he's fine. He's convinced himself, he's fine. But sadly, I know he won't last long. He's falling.

Five minutes later, I see him returned to me, with a bottle of water. I watched him take a sip of it, but I noticed his entire arm are shaking... Just as I thought. He's getting weaker.

"You okay?" I ask him.

"I don't know." He said.

"Do you want me to get the food?" I ask him. "You might get sick again."

"I'm already as sick as I can get." Nate told me. "How worse can this get?"

He was silent. "Get the food whatever.."

"What do you want?" I ask.

"Not hungry.." He said to me.

"Nate." I look at him. "Nate, you need to eat."

"But I'm not hungry." He said. "Besides, if I eat. I'll probably throw it up." Nate said.

"Nate?"

I look at him then heard him sigh. "Brett, the smell of food will make me lose it." He told me.

"Please eat." I say to him.

He just glared at me, his dark gaze burning me. Nate then closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Fine." He snapped. "Just get something that won't make me sick." He told me.

So I did. I got a salad for Ms. Morgan Want, burgers for everyone else, for Nate, and a salad for Nate, though I doubt he'll eat them.

Maybe he'll eat the salad. He likes salad. Him and Morgan have a thing for salad.. Morgan was complaining that a salad was not filling, and Nate's only answer was: "No, but they are also unsatisfying."

I hope he eats it.

Nate and I meet the ladies at Guess! to find Morgan trying to calm the baby. She saw Nate and handed her partner their child. "She's freaking out. Do whatever you do to calm her down." She said to him.

"We have burgers." I say quietly, watching Nate calm his daughter down. She continued to cry, but her cries were calming into small little whimpers.

He has his ways.

"See? You're okay." I hear him try to calm her down, as people took food. Morgan took her salad, before, looking at Nate's mother. Everyone had food, excpet for Nate.

He was too busy calming his daughter.

"You're not eating, Nathan?" His mother asked.

"Eh, I'm good for now. Let Morgan eat." He answered. I then saw him fight a cough, as his daughter nestled into his sweater falling asleep.

Morgan continued to look at clothing, as I watch Nate sit down on a bench with his daughter, who was asleep. I look over then to the group. My wife was looking at clothing with Morgan and her sister.

I hope this gets easier.