FuR (Royce)

-19-

"Chres you okay?" I asked, throwing the last bits of the sheets in the hamper, while wiping down his night stand and his dresser.

I had new sheets and blankets on the bed, and knowing him he probably fell asleep in the bathroom.

"Y-yeah." He yelled. "But I'm wheezing, you know how. To. Give-e asthma-a medicine, right?"

Damn, I ain't know he has asthma. Da fuck?

"Um, not exactly."

"Oh. And. Pass me some PJ's!" Chresanto ended his sentence with a cough and sniffling.

I sifted through drawers trying to find his sleep wear when I come across a whole bunch of kinky shit.

This dummy had hand cuffs, massage oil, blindfolds, rings, and all this other suspicious stuff.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Bæ what's. So. Funnny-y?" He kicked the door open, sitting on the counter in the bathroom with a towel on his wrist.

"Here's your clothes." I threw them at him, still laughing.

"What's. So. Funnnnnyy-y?"He asked, clearly wheezing out of his mind.

I pulled out the rings and hand cuffs.

"I hope you ain't buy hand cuffs and cock rings for me, cause that ain't happening."

"You say. That now..." He smirked, going back in the bathroom.

You could tell he was still congested, and that he's trying to brush off the illness.

Chuckling, I threw the stuff back in the original door, when I hear a really unmanly scream, along with a thud.

"Chres you ok?!!" I yelled, worried.

"My stupid ass slipped, bæ!!!!!" He screamed.

Laughing extra loud, I opened the door of the bathroom, seeing him sprawled on the floor, with his hands over his head.

"Your not dead, come on. I'll put your clothes on Chressy Bear."

"D-don't. Call me. That-t." He growled, sniffling.

"Yeah yeah, you like it."

I picked him back up, struggling since he weighs like 10,000 pounds, and sitting him back on the counter.

His towel was obviously slipping, and he was breathing heavy.

You could see he was really struggling to breathe, and by the way he was stuttering like that.

"Your towel is slipping." I laughed.

Apparently I shouldn't have said that, cause he narrowed his icy eyes at me.

It was scaring me how creepy he looked, the colors and the way he stared at me.

The violet and blue? Who wouldn't be disturbed.

"You say it like its a bad thing." Chresanto licked his bottom lip.

"Ok, the next seductive thing you say, I'm gonna leave you up here, limp legs and all, and your just gonna suffer and die. Is that okay with you?"

"So rude!" He scrunched up his eyebrows, laughing. "Besides. I. Can. Get dressed. By myselfff." His chest getting really right for a second.

"Yeah we need to hurry up, it's getting bad. And your congested."

I took the shirt and slipped it over his head, then hesitantly pulling off the rest of his towel, blocking my eyes.

"Y-you. Can. Look if. You want."

I ignores the remark, slipping his boxers over his legs, and finally his sweat pants.

Then, I guided him out of the bathroom and he immedietly plopped down on the bed.

"The medicine is in. The closettt. You t-take the dropper thing and, put it inside the. One. Little. Thingie, thing."

His directions weren't clear, but I knew what he meant when I sifted through and found the stuff I presumed I needed.

Following the not so very descriptive directions, I did what I could, wrapped the mask part around his face, and cut it on.

"Thank. You." He stuttered.

I smiled and kissed his forehead before approaching the door way.

"Go to sleep, Kay."

He nodded, as I roamed down the large hallway.

I peered into peoples rooms, wincing a lot.

God damn, everyone was looking like a pile of shit.

And it's only like 10:00, I'm probably gonna have to deal with this for days, not counting the tests I have to retake, and work I have to make up.

I suddenly bumped into Aubree with a tray full of bowls of soup.

"Hey, how's Chres doing?" She asked. Her hair was obviously disheveled.

"He had a asthma attack, but he's fine now, he's resting."

"Ok." She smiled, pecking my cheek.

"Imma tell Chres on you, he's gonna hurt your ass."

"Boy please, I have man strength, don't play." She laughed, walking to the master bedroom.

We'll this might be a fun couple of few days.

That is, if Aubree and Amber keep me sane.

Speaking of keeping people sane, I need to call my mom...

I had a asthma attack last night😣😔.

I literally had to call my mom at 3 am to bring my meds, that was a pain in the ass.

I was laying on my aunts couch practically suffocating, and I was congested!! And I couldn't even talk correctly.

That shit be so scary, but enough of me. I'm fine now.

How you like the two chapters?? Y'all better be grateful😂😂.

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Peace✌️

~Aiyana~