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Jaspar both sick pt 4

Caspar's POV:

I slowly shifted towards the back of my bed, making sure not to jolt my sour stomach. There was still the lingering taste of sick in my mouth, but I knew if I got up to brush my teeth I would likely be sick again. Just the though of throwing up again made my stomach flip flop. I decided that laying down might not be the best idea, and instead propped myself up on two pillows. 

I closed my eyes, continuing to take slow, even breaths as best as I could. My nausea returned suddenly, my mouth started salivating and it felt as if my stomach was tying itself into knots.I yelled out for Oli, immediately regretting the decision as I let out a dry gag. My hand flew to my mouth, and I could feel the bile creeping up my throat. There was no way I would make it to the bathroom, let alone wait for Oli to get back with the bucket. My mouth filled with sick and I quickly stood up, frantically searching for the black bin in my room and located it by the door. 

I staggered over and knelt down in front of the tiny bin. With one hand over my mouth, I used the other to awkwardly open the lid on the bin. This was one of the least ideal bins to throw up in, but it was better than getting it on my comforter or the floor. 

The lid wouldn't go all the way up, but I tried as best as I could to empty my filled mouth into the bin. This was followed by a harsh gag, and sick splattered all over the bin and the floor. My stomach convulsed again and I brought up another load of sick, this time missing the bin completely. I inhaled sharply as another jolt of pain rocketed through me, letting out a loud moan as two strong arms caught me. My eyes were blurred with tears, and my throat was raw and burning. I was completely exhausted, so weak that I couldn't even crouch anymore. 

I hadn't realized it but Oli had been there, comforting me as I was sick.

Oli POV:

After I had washed out the sick bucket, I poked around Caspar's medicine cabinet looking for some anti-nausea tablets or Milk of Magnesia. I found some Tums, which I decided would have to work for now. I was about to call Josh and see if he could drop by the flat with some medicines, but was interrupted by a retching noise coming from either Caspar or Joe's room. 

 As I approached the closed doors, I realized the horrid sounds were coming from Caspar's room. I opened his door quickly and saw him vomiting violently into his tiny rubbish bin, with sick spilling all over the floor. I quickly crouched down behind him, rubbing his back again and murmuring some encouraging words as he spewed his guts. At this point, he was only throwing up water and stomach acid. He finally stopped and collapsed into my arms. 

I put a hand on his forehead to find that it was warm, but not burning like Joe's. "They must both have the same bug", I thought to myself, shaking my head with worry. 

"Hey bud how about we get back into bed?" I asked gently.

Caspar nodded, and I helped him slowly stand up and walk the few feet to his bed. He immediately got under the covers. 

"Oli?" he croaked. 

"Yeah mate?"

"Do you have a mint?" 

"Yeah I'm sure I can find one. I'm going to go get some stuff to clean this up and a thermometer, I'll be right back". I said, exiting the door but not closing it, that way I could hear him if he needed me. 

I hadn't checked on Joe in a while, so I quietly opened to door and walked to his bathroom. He was still out cold, using a scrunched up towel as a pillow. I was relieved to see that it looked like he hadn't been ill since I last checked on him, but I did want to take his temperature. I didn't see a thermometer in Caspar's bathroom when I had looked before, but I hoped that Joe would have one. To my luck, he did. I quickly washed it off in the sink and stuck the device in Joe's mouth. He didn't even wake up even when it beeped, showing 38.8 degrees celsius. I wasn't too worried about his temperature, and decided I would continue to monitor it throughout the day

I washed the thermometer off again with soap and water, and grabbed the cleaning supplies I had left in Joe's room. There was a pack of chewing gum on Joes bedside table, so I grabbed that to. I walked back into Caspar's room and handed him the thermometer and the gum, as well as the purple bucket. He gave me an appreciative look and weakly thanked me, and I and got to work cleaning up his sick.

Caspar's POV:

I carefully put the thermometer under my tongue, making sure not to trigger my overly sensitive gag reflex. After what felt like an eternity, it beeped, reading 39.2. 

"What's it say?"Oli asked.

"39.2. Not good" I answered

"Oh Cas, you must be feeling like rubbish. How is your stomach?"

"Ehm, kinda hurts. I don't think I'm going to be sick anytime soon though"

"Joe also has a fever, you two must've caught some bug. I think he's doing a bit better though, he's finally getting some sleep after being up all night."

I just nodded, feeling myself drift off to sleep. 

Oli POV:

Caspar was passed out  before we could even finish our conversation. Even though I cleaned up his sick, the room reeked of vomit. Even though Caspar said his stomach was feeling a bit better, I still wanted to make a run to Boots and pick him up some Milk of Magnesium. Before I left, I got out some paracetamol and two bottles of water and set them by each of the sick boys. I made a group chat with Joe and Caspar. I wrote:

"Hey boys. I've just stepped out for a bit to run to Boots to get some supplies. I've left two paracetamol tablets and a bottle of water next to both of you, and you can take them if you are up to it. If you need anything give me a ring." I pressed send and walked out of the flat. 

~end of pt 4, tune in later for pt 5. let me know what y'all think!~