Fine

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Slight T/W for vomiting


"Luca, you okay in there?" I ask, worriedly. 

" 'M fine. 'M okay-" he starts, being interrupted by a hacking cough, and a retch. He's throwing up again. 

"Luca, you are not okay! This is the third time today! You aren't keeping anything down."

I hear the toilet flush. He steps out looking pale, and tired. 

"Fine. I'm sick. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?" He snaps.

"I still think we should see a doctor, this has been going on for longer-"

"No. No hospitals. No, no, no."

I sigh.

"Fine. Take some Tylenol, and get some sleep, okay?" I suggest.

He grumbles.

"Fine."

"Fine." I mock as he walks down the hall. He flips me off as he walks. I chuckle.



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