Setting: Living with his parents, inside his and Ryland's room. Los Angeles, California.
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Riker walked into his baby brothers' room. "Hey, Ross, me and the boys are going to a party, do you want to come?" he slowly stepped in, he noticed Ross was still cuddled up in his blankets, some of his blonde hair sticking out.
"No," he muttered helplessly. This was when Riker became concerned, Ross sounded like he was hurting and he rejected a party? Ross wasn't one to say no to having fun. Riker contemplated whether or not he should go to, nobody was going to be home to take care of him if something was wrong.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to stay home?" Ross gripped his blankets and curled into himself more as his stomach gurgled loudly, his face contorted in pain as he tried to stop the tears that were threatening to fall.
"No." he whispered, if he let his voice get any louder his voice would crack.
Riker's eyebrows furrowed in concern, he was about to speak up when he heard Rocky calling his name. "Coming!" he shouted and he looked back when he heard a whimper emit from where Ross was laying. "Okay, I guess I have to go now," Riker lied and closed the door gently. He walked over to where Rydel, Ryland, and Rocky were getting their jackets on.
"Why didn't you grab your jacket? We're leaving," Rocky said, confused.
"Something's wrong with Ross, so I decided to stay here incase he's sick." he informed his brothers and one sister.
"Oh.. okay. Keep me updated," Rydel said, her face showed worry. Riker nodded and said bye as they left to go to the party Riker wanted to go to badly. But being the oldest, he wanted Ross to be okay and not alone much, much more.
He walked upstairs and into his room, watching Stranger Things on his t.v.
A few minutes later, he heard a loud gagging noise and he soon got up. He opened the door and peeked out of his door, he saw the bathroom light on and some more gagging sounds and sobbing. He walked over to the bathroom and looked in, he was bent over the toilet throwing up. "Oh, Ross." Riker sighed and bent down, rubbing his back and pulling his blonde hair back.
"R-Rike-" he got cut off by more bile spewing out his mouth.
"Shh," he whispered as tears rolled down Ross' cheeks. "You're okay, you're doing good." Riker praised, knowing it helped Ross because he absolutely despises throwing up.
"You wanted to do this alone?" Riker said gently, thinking he must have a headache. Ross coughed up and spit, before he leaned back and looked at his older brother. His bottom lip quivered as more tears threatened to fall.
"Ross," was all Riker said and opened his arms, Ross flung himself into his arms sobbing. "Do you think you're done?"
All Ross did was whimper and nod. Riker thought it would be best for him to just carry him since it would be easier then for Ross to walk on shaky legs. "I'm going to pick you up now, 'kay?" he warned and Ross nodded, clinging onto Riker for comfort. He picked him up gently and allowed Ross to cuddle into him, hearing him calm down. He laid him down on his bed and saw him slowly falling asleep. He takes this time to walk downstairs and grab a bin they use in case someone gets sick.
He grabs some medication and Ross' favorite stuffed animal since he was a kid, Sargent Bearington and walked back upstairs. He walked inside Ross' room and laid the bin next to the sleepy boy and put the teddy bear near his arms reach. Ross immediately felt the soft fabric and grabbed it with a soft sigh, cuddling it against his chest.
