Tu Es Ma Lumière

69 - Food Poisoning

When Mary returned from her shift, she wasn't expecting to open the door to her mediocre three bedroom apartment to see her boyfriends' half brother -and her childhood friend- standing outside the small bathroom's open door with a broomstick in his hand. She would have shrugged it off -Sebastian could be unorthodox from time to time- but the violent sounds of regurgitation made her pause on her way to her bedroom to take a nap.  

"It's alright, Francis-" Sebastian called out from the doorway. From her new vantage point, Mary could see that it was her fair haired beau who was getting sick. He was kneeling over the toilet, clutching the bowl. His head was buried inside, the sounds of horrid regurgitation echoing in the small bathroom and foyer. Bash grunted, then moved the long broom in his hands. She frowned in confusion as her boyfriends brother pushed the speckled edge over to his brother's back and moved it up and down. "let it out, brother." he stated

"Stop hitting me with the broom." Francis moaned, falling back onto his side, breathing in deeply. Mary rose her eyebrows, watching as Sebastian paused, almost offended.

"I'm not hitting you-" he said, as his brother turned around to stare at him. "I'm comforting you-" he accentuated. "-from a safe distance where I won't get sick." he finished quickly with a grin on his lips, but it turned into a groan when his little brother began to get sick once again. He continued to move the brush up and down Francis' back. Mary blinked in astonishment, before shaking it off.

"Get Mary." Francis demanded with a self pity filled groan.

"I'm getting her." Bash wined back, stepping backwards until he caught Mary's arm. He pulled her inside the bathroom. "Fix your boyfriend. He's been like this for hours." she was pushed into the bathroom with a small shove.

"What's wrong?" Mary asked, yawning. "Are you sick or did you eat something?" she asked, running her hands over her exhausted features.

"It's him!" Francis exclaimed, thrusting a finger back in Bash's direction. "He didn't cook last night's dinner long enough."

"Me?" Bash asked, outraged. "You were the one slurping up barely cooked eggs for lunch, little brother!" he snapped back. Mary rolled her eyes.

"Alright, alright. It's food poisoning. It's a bitch, can't do anything about it. Keep drinking, you." Mary patted his back, getting up. He wined like a child, leading to an impressive cover by his brother. "Make him some rice or somethin', and lots of water." Mary instructed.

"Me?" he wined. "Why do I have to? I've been dealing with him all day!"

"And I've been looking after the sick people all day, you don't want me to give him any shit that they've got, do you?" Mary asked, gripping her disinfectant spray.

"No. " he mumbled.

"Then be a good brother and look after your baby brother." Mary pinched at his cheeks, grinning as he cursed and shoved her away. "I'll call Catherine." Mary hummed.

The bathroom door slammed closed. Mary laughed, before closing her bedroom door, beginning to disinfect herself.

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Hey!

This one is tiny, I know. I've been planning a couple dark oneshots/mini books lately, so I needed some brotp humour. Here's a spoiler for you all for the next one, pregnant Mary and loving Francis!

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me

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