(Chapter summary: Graham gets sick because why the hell not.)
(This is my longest story I've ever made, Google Drive says it's at 21 pages.)
Graham threw up for the 3rd time today. Arthur was making him sick- not in the oh-he's-so-ugly way or somethin', just in the I'm-super-tired-and-it's-making-me-sick-but-I-need-to-keep-an-eye-on-you-because-I'm-a-great-father way. Watts patted his back and shushed him, like a great friend.
"You better sleep, I'll watch him if it make you feel any better."
"No, I need to make sure nothing happens-"
"You're going the hell to sleep this instant, I'm your mother now bow to me." (So much about parents, maybe it's because I hate my dad right now but LET'S NOT GET INTO THAT- I don't wanna worry you guys)
Graham laughed, snorting in some of the smell from the toilet. He wretched and hissed, tightening his hands into fists.
"You can't con-" He gagged once again, "-trol me."
Watts sighed and pulled him up, flushing the toilet. Watts lead Graham into the kitchen and through the house, opening the door to Graham's, Rabossan's, and Watts's room. (They just share a room, there's four people living in the house, so to make all of them fit they have the three bobbies together and Fran alone with a guest bedroom because they bring over a lot of other bobbies and doctors) Watts laid Graham down and went to fetch a pail.
Graham's stomach felt like shit. It was non-stop gurgling, the Joy dulled it down, but it still was painful. His throat ached and his arms felt like lead. What kinda illness did he catch??
"Graham." That felt like a jackhammer went off in his brain, rattling his head. He clenched the sides of his head, groaning. "Sorry," they now whispered. Watts had come back with a pail and a doctor. Fran was a goddamn lifesaver Graham sweared.
"It's alright." He opened his eyes and shot an accusatory finger at Watts. "Don't you fucking dare tell Arthur, he'll be mulling over me until I'm better. Probably a few months after too."
Watts chuckled and set the pail on the floor, letting Fran do his thing.
"Seems like you just tired you're self out and now you're just suffering the consequences." Graham laughs turned into light coughs. "Just rest."
Graham would love to be watching Arthur, he feels selfish for sleeping when Arthur's so anxious. Weeks of work was thrown down the drain, Arthur was back to being distant and quiet.
(I REALLY NEED IDEAS! SERIOUSLY. I REALLY NEED IDEAS MY DUDES!)
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FanfictionArthur felt hazy, like his mind was somewhere else. His arms felt weightless, he felt like he was underwater... Wait, was he underwater?
