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sick {unwanteds}

Alex's vision swam as he vomited again. He was sick and Sam had insisted on his staying home, so now he was vomiting and struggling to breathe. Then he heard Clive yell from the next room that Sam was here,

"Let him in." Alex called weakly, grimacing at the tastes in his mouth.

"Hey Alex? Are you OK?" A concerned voice called from his bedroom.

"In here." He rasped, laying a cheek on the seat of the toilet.

"Oh Alex, babe, what happened?" Sam asked, worried. Alex usually never gets this sick.

"I don't know," Alex sobbed, and then he turned his head weakly to wretch into the bowl. He was vaguely aware of his ponytail being taken out and fingers roaming through his hair, and of a hand rubbing comforting circles on his spent body.