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Kayla had been staying at the FaZe house the past couple of days since they'd gotten back to California and after Alex got into a little fender bender with his brand new Range Rover.

So, while Kayla was sick in Alex's bed, she get a text from her brother, who was still in Ohio.

Pickle Rick 🤑 - I broke my hand

Kale Salad 🤷🏻‍♀️ - ummmmm.. what the fuck?

As the brunette tried to not throw up, her throat raw and voice almost gone, her brother FaceTimed her.

His face appeared and he didn't look happy.

"Richard what the fuck? How did you break your hand?! Let me see!"

Without saying a word, the man held up his hand to show his busted, knuckle in half surrounded by white walls.

She swallowed harshly before croaking out, "What happened?"

Ricky unclenched his jaw, relaxing a bit at the sound of his sister's voice.

If anyone could calm him down- even slightly: it was Kayla.

He then began explaining.

"Some dude and two girls hit Alissa at the bar. She didn't even have time to react! What the fuck-"

"Wait! Is she okay?! Where's Alissa?! Oh my god, Alissa- are you-" She cut herself off when the blonde girl peeped her head into the frame, eyebrow bruising and her lip completely swollen already.

Sick and not feeling herself, Kayla's eyes watered as she sniffled.

"Oh my god.. Baby girl.." she mumbled, wiping the tear that fell.

The couple in Ohio cringed, finally taking in her pale complexion, barely-there voice and sick features.

They felt horrible that she was not only sick as hell, but having this pressure on her as well.

Kayla coughed and didn't even notice Alex coming in, the brunette tucking her hair behind her ear as she mumbled, "I'm so sorry babe.. I'm sorry I wasn't there. I would've fucking killed them, I swear to god!"

She seethed, hearing a door open and a voice state, "Richard? Alissa?"

Ricky looked at his sister and smiled softly at the beauty, calming down because of her.

"I know you would've, Kale. But I broke my hand on that fuckers head."

His eyes then landed off camera and sighed, "The doctor's here. I'll call you later. I love you."

"I love you!"

"I love you guys, too. I'm so sorry shit always happens to you.."

"Not your fault. Now get some rest! You look like ass."

"Love you too, big brother. God damn.."

~~~

Kayla was woken up by the churn of her stomach and the strong urge to throw up.
So that's what happened.

As she emptied her stomach for the fifteenth time that day, all the muscles in her chest and back spasmed, a groan leaving her lips right before hands rubbed her back gently.

She looked behind her to see Alex with a worried expression on his face.

"I do-don't know what's wrong with me, but my body isn't gonna endure much more, Ham.." she whimpered as Alex carried her back to bed, giving her a cup of mouth wash.

Alex sat on the side of her, hand running through her heart, "I don't know either, baby. I'll make an appointment for tomorrow, okay?"

She groaned, but nodded as she later back down, curling into the blankets.

She just wanted this shit to be over already.

~~~

"So I'm gonna need surgery, but they don't know when yet. They put me in a bullshit cast.. It's pink." Ricky explained as he sat on FaceTime with his sister, showing the cast to the camera.

She giggled, pulling the blanket closer to her.

"You better keep it on, Ricky. You could permanently fuck up your fingers."

"I know. I know." He rolled his eyes, looking her over. "What's wrong with you, anyway? You really do look like ass."

She glared and coughed again, shrugging her sore shoulders. "Don't know. Alex made me an appointment tomorrow. I'm just throwing up like crazy, I have a fever and I'm exhausted and sore."

"Are you pregnant?" Ricky asked, dead serious.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Nope. IUD. Just some bullshit virus or something. I'll find out tomorrow.."

"If you're pregnant; I'll kill Alex."

"I'M NOT PREGNANT, RICKY! Jesus Christ!"

"Who's pregnant?!"

"Shut the fuck up, Tommy."

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