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Aleks // Eat

This is also from Anon on Tumblr

could u write an aleks is hurt fic? So he passes out randomly at the Cow Chop place during a video or something and James and Brett end up taking him to the hospital because he won't wake up. He wakes up in a hospital bed and he's really weak and dizzy. The doctor says it's from lack of eating and stress. James has a serious conversation with Aleks when he hears this. Aleks ignores him. Later on Brett also has a talk with him, when Aleks finally goes home

I'm so excited to write this one, despite how depressing it will probably be. TW for unintentional starving and stress and things related to that.

I'm living for these amazing requests from my tumblr nlg.

Enjoy :)
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"Wow we're back with ANOTHER Monopoly video! Can't fucking wait." Brett yells sarcastically, beginning the intro of the video.

"This is a custom map, okay. Deal with it." James argues.

Brett, James, Trevor, and Aleks were all crammed on the couch filming the next video in their Monopoly series. While everyone was really getting into it, Aleks wasn't really playing along. He was paler than usual and Brett noticed the bag under his eyes and some new bones poking out. Brett let it slip because he knew they were cramming to film things before a group excursion, taking them out of the office for several days.

"Aleks, you good?" Brett whispered as James and Trevor were making a deal. Aleks nodded, remaining quiet. A headache pained Aleks so the last thing he wanted to do was add to the noise level.

"Woo! Another photo op! Let's get really close to the camera." Trevor exclaims. They all jump up from the couch and lean into the Kinect. As they were watching the screen, they saw Aleks disappear and heard a loud thud.

They turn around and see Aleks, passed out on the floor.

"Aleks?" Brett asks, shaking his shoulders. After several shakes and more hollering, he still wouldn't open his eyes. Panic began to set in across the building. Trevor quickly pulled out his phone and called for an ambulance.

While waiting for it to arrive, Brett and James were trying everything to take him up. They tried cold water, they tried some gentle slaps, everything.

The paramedics arrived in minutes and hauled him away, leaving one to ask the others questions.

When did he pass out?

Did he hit his head?

When was the last time he ate?

No one could answer that question. No one saw him eat lunch in the past three days. No one can recall if he came in with any breakfast either. He closed many out of his house, so no one could attest to dinner.

That's all. Meet us at the hospital.

They all nodded and Brett and James left to visit him and receive updates.

Aleks' P.O.V.

I can't tell where I am. It slightly resembles a hospital. I only know that I'm seeing double and can barely muster strength to look around. What the fuck happened?

A man dressed as a doctor approached me.

"Aleksandr?" He asks, looking at a clip board.

I mutter a small "yeah" before he continues.

"Sir, you passed out at work. Do you know why?" He asked.

Nothing crosses my mind. "No, what happened?"

"When was the last time you ate a full meal?" The doctor asked. I racked my brain. I could only remember two weeks ago, when Brett dragged me out of the house to meet some friends.

"About two weeks ago...." I trail off.

"That's why. You have been starving yourself and you're severely dehydrated. Is this something you're doing to yourself?" He attempted to coax a depressing answer from me.

"Of course not!" I snap. I pause.

"I-I'm sorry. I've been under a lot of stress. I guess I have been forgetting to eat. Will I be okay?" I reply.

"Yes. You didn't cause any severe damage, thankfully, but you do need to eat some more to compensate. You have good friends, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Are they here?" I ask.

He nods. "I'll send them in." He leaves my room and closes the door behind him.

Brett and James walk in a few minutes later.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" James exclaims, throwing his arms around me. I lean into his embrace.

"The doctor told us what happened." Brett said, seriousness filling his voice. I knew what was coming. James sit next to him in the chairs.

I sighed. "You can't do this to yourself, Aleks. This is very serious. You could have died." James said, worriedly.

I roll my eyes. "Okay, but I didn't. I'm fine. It won't happen again." I reply begrudgingly.

"Aleksandr. You can't put yourself through this. Always make time for yourself." James continues.

I tune most of it out. I already told him it wouldn't happen again. I learned my fucking lesson.

We talked more about what I was doing besides eating before the doctor came back in and kicked them out.

He informed me I could go home tomorrow. Before they left, Brett offered to take me home. I'll let him do it just this once.

I fell asleep and awaited the lecture I'd get tomorrow.

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I was woken up at 8 sharp by Brett. He threw a change of clothes at me. "Come on, I need to get back to work." He said.

I changed quickly, signed out, then followed him to the car.

Once we were in the car and began driving, he began the lecture.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Aleks." He says, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Who isn't." I huff.

"We could've lost you. You're important to us, to your fans. You can't let them down because you're under stress.-"

"Brett, I know." I interjected.

"I know you know, but you need to do it. What happened to you bulking up? You were supposed to do that. I just want you to know that we can't always watch you and what you eat. That's your job. You're an adult and that's one of your responsibilities, Aleks. Please, be safe. Take care of yourself. That's all I'm asking."

"Thanks, daddy Brett." I snarked.

"I'm serious." He scolds.

"I. Know."