Plastic Flowers

Reassurance

After Eric finished showering, he stepped out, shivering a little as he dried himself off. With the towel wrapped around himself, he turned, staring down at the rose petals surrounding the drain. He hesitantly gathered the wet petals, gagging a little at how gross and soggy they felt, before dropping them in the toilet. He flushed it, watching the water swirl as the petals were sucked down. The brunette took a deep breath, and got dressed, slipping the sweater over his head and then stepping into the sweatpants.

Eric stared at himself in the mirror for a bit, blinking his tired eyes at his reflection. He ran his hand through his damp hair, his head still hurting pretty bad. After a bit he finally left the bathroom, walking down the stairs with a yawn. The smell of pancakes should of been welcoming, but it wasnt, it made him feel sick. He didn't want to eat, lately he never wanted to eat, which was strange. The smell of food just made everything worse. He slowly walked to the kitchen, arms crossed as he dug his fingers into his arms. He smiled sweetly at his mother, who was setting the plate of pancakes on the table. Liane had done so much for Eric throughout his whole life, she had been so sweet and caring and accepting of everything. He was really lucky to have her. As he walked to the table, Mr Kitty padded in and rubbed up against the chubby teen's leg. "Oh, hi Mr Kitty." Eric leaned down and ran his fingertips from the cat's head, down her back. 

"Eric, honey, I called and made you a doctor's appointment for tomorrow afternoon." Liane turned her head from where she was looking as she set the silverware down on the table. Her son glanced up and nodded. A doctors appointment? He knew it was for his head, but, maybe he could mention... throwing up blood and flowers? Oh, what would the doctor even say? He was sort of worried he'd be labeled crazy, and hell, maybe he was crazy. He still didn't know if it was real, or if he just thought he saw bloody flowers. Though, they felt real, very real, it could of easily been a trick, his mind always played tricks. The brunette gasped softly when he felt a hand on his shoulder, abruptly brought from his thoughts. "Your pancakes are done, sweetie, you should eat." Liane spoke quietly.

"Oh, yeah, thanks mom." Eric replies, and sits down at the table. The chubby teen pokes at his pancakes, and no matter how much syrup and butter he put on them it didn't make it any easier for him to put them in his mouth and chew. Every bite made him feel sick, just like the last time he ate. He couldn't help but wonder how long it would be like this, forcing himself to eat, feeling sick like this. It was exhausting. After the last bite slid down his throat, he shivered, drinking some milk before sighing. At least he could drink the milk with no problem. Liane ate with him, but finished before her son since he had nearly gagged every time he took a bite. That worried her, a lot, she hoped talking to him would help. Once he finished she took his plate and fork and washed the dishes up in the sink.

"Alright, hun, why don't you go wait in the living room." Liane glanced back at him as she dried the dishes. Eric nodded, and walked past her, once in the living room he settled on the couch. The feeling of the food in his stomach wasn't the greatest, it honestly wasn't really any better than having no food in his stomach, either way he had just felt sick. Soon, his mother walked in and sat beside him on the couch, she looked worn out, probably from being worried about the brunette. "So, what did you want to talk about, dear? What's been bothering you?" She smiled. 

Eric was about to speak, spill everything that has been going on, when there was a knock on the door. The chubby teen's head turned, tired eyes widened, he had no idea who would be at the door. Liane glanced over when she heard the knock. "Oh, I'll get it." She smiled, standing up and walking over to the door. Eric's breath hitched, he was worried it might be Stan, coming to settle the score for whatever the raven-haired teen thought he did to Kyle. He stayed silent as the door opened and a familiar voice came from the other side, it wasn't Stan, and he seemed relieved at that. "Oh, Eric, honey, its your friend, Kenneth." Liane stepped back from the door, and the blonde boy stepped in.