Sick Day - Palaye Royale

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For Alec_Way. I'm sorry it's been FOREVER!!!

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Emerson's P.O.V:

What was your first thought this morning? Mine was, "f**k, if I do not get to a bathroom in like, 3 seconds, I'm gonna puke in my bed,"

Yeah, not a great first thought in the morning. And flailing out of bed, trapped in two layers of bedding isn't fun. So, as I scrambled out of bed, my stomach turning like a boat in a storm, probably waking up the whole neighbourhood in the process, I had to try not to knock myself out too. I stumbled into the bathroom, bile rising in my throat.

"Em, it's too early for this shi- you okay?" Remington asked, panic evident in his voice, walking into the bathroom and upon seeing me hunched over the toilet, he ran over and dropped to his knees beside me, pulling my hair aside. I puked for what felt like hours but was probably only 5 minutes until eventually, I felt okay enough to sit up, wiping my sweaty forehead with the back of my hand.
"You alright Emmy?" Rem asked, handing me a damp cloth to wipe my mouth with. I shook my head slowly and tried to stand but my legs felt like jelly and I collapsed on the bathroom floor.

"Shit Em, you look like crap," Remington said, examining my face.
"Funny that," I croaked back.

"Right. I'm waking up Sebastian and we're taking care of you all day," he replied, helping me up off the floor.

"Whatever, just help me get to the couch," I replied, taking a few shaky steps, Remington clinging onto my arm. We made it halfway to the living room before Sebastian emerged from his room, running a hand through his rat's nest of hair.
"Do you guys mind keeping it down? Some of us need our beauty sleep," he muttered, half awake.

"Yeah well, Em's sick so we're taking care of him all day," Remington replied, sitting me down on the sofa. That seemed to wake Sebastian up a bit.
"You're sick? Keep your germs away from me, I have a date with Stephanie tonight!" he exclaimed, covering his mouth, making me laugh but I cut myself off with the coughing fit.

"Nice to know you care about him," Rem smirked, throwing a box of tissues at me...which hit me in the head.
"Rem, watch where you throw shit would ya?" I mumbled, rubbing my head.

"Sorry Em," he replied, heading into the kitchen.

"So, sicko, what's wrong with you?" Sebastian asked, flopping onto the couch, opposite me.

"I woke up about to puke and I feel like I'm on fire," I replied, pushing some of my hair out of my face.

"Come here," Sebastian said, his eyebrows pressed together in concern. I leaned forward, and he put his hand on my forehead. His hand was cool against my skin which felt good. After a second or two, he leaned back and folded his arms.
"You've definitely got a temperature. Hopefully your fever breaks soon coz I've got an idea. You know how Kropp Circle didn't really seem to fit very well? What about Palaye Royale?" he grinned.
"As in that place in Toronto where Grandma and Grandpa met?" Remington chimed in, carrying a glass.

"Yeah. I've got a song written already if you guys are interested in looking at it later," Seb replied as Remington handed me the glass with some sort of orange concoction inside and sat down in the middle of Sebastian and I.

"Show us now Seb," Rem smiled. Sebastian got up to grab the lyrics and then Rem turned to me.

"You, drink that," he said, pointing an accusatory finger at me as I took a hesitant sip of the drink.
"That's disgusting!" I exclaimed.

"Just trust me. I got the recipe from Mom," he replied as Sebastian entered the room once again, a couple of pieces of paper in his hands.

"Here. It's called Morning Light," he replied, dropping back into his seat, handing me the lyrics. Remington shuffled closer to me, in order to read over my shoulder but his excess body heat made me dizzy.

"Rem, move," I said.
"Why?" he questioned, trying to move closer as I inched away.
"Remington Leith Kropp, just move, would you?" I said weakly. He was literally laying on one side of me and the extra heat was suffocating me. That's all I remember before everything went black.

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I'm sorry it's taken so long my fren! I hope you like it and if you want, maybe part two?

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Love you, stay alive, stay safe, stay strong.

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T

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