Not alone.

SICK

“that's it!” Brian snapped. Tucking his phone into his jean pocket and heading towards a completely terrified Lucas.

Now, Brian almost never got Mad, but when he did, even Michael couldn't save the person he was mad, Lucas knew this. He clearly remember the last time kyle and Brian had an argument, Kyle has a black eye and he said Brian had Barely touched him!

Tossing away his rebellious reign, Lucas curled into Andres, as Brian sighed and yanked him up, Simultaneously grabbing the desk chair and placing him on it.

“Look, brat. I don't know what's gotten into you, but i need you to start eating or i'll exercise what ever demon that's got you acting like this out myself, am i clear?”

Nodding his head vigorously, completely terrified, Lucas devoured his breakfast. Brain sighed as he brought out his phone and walked out of the room “brat” he mumbled.

Andres glanced at Lucas, he looked traumatized, he sighed standing up from his bed  and walking up to the boy to comfort him,he would  Brian an earful later, but instead of curling into Andres, Lucas moved away mumbling a small “not a baby” as he headed down stairs. Kyle rolled his eyes. “so, the summary of all this drama is we're back to square one?” he asked glancing between the two, Andres sighed

“i'm worried  about him, both of them.”

“let's leave them both for now, see if they cool off, soon.”

“deal”

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Lucas was hunched over the toilet, expelling his break fast into it, he's eyes stung with tears as he rested on the wall, eating so fast was never a food idea. He knew he was getting sick, not just from the food, he felt emotionally exhausted, he had never expected to see flash backs from his past life, but for the past few weeks he has been having scary nightmares, ever since the boy's commitment to give him space, they did just that. But maybe they gave him more space than was needed.

  He had secretly gone back to his old routine, not wanting to be a burden, he stuck to his  old life yeah, they checked up on him but that wasn't exactly the comfort he needed, so Lucas decided to become independent, he felt incompetent. Little did he know he was hurting him self a lot more.

Another wave of nausea came, and this time bile burned through his throat, tears poured down his eyes, but he was prepared to go through this if it were the price, another wave of nausea hit, he was too exhausted to move though so he just vomited all over the toilet floor.

Andres had been looking for Lucas everywhere, he had just spoken to Brian and he had cooled off, he looked around till he heard cries coming from the bathroom, curious he walked towards the bathroom at the end of the hall, “hey Andy!” kyle greeted. Andres tugged on his arm and pulled him close to the bathroom, “do you hear that? Who-” his eyes widened as realisation hit, he opened the door and met one of the saddest sights had ever seen. Lucas lying there, in his own pool of vomit

“Buddy” Andres asked,as he came in,he checked the boy's temperature with his hands,it was quite warm. Andres sighed. He hoped it wasn't a fever. He signalled to kyle to start up the bath.

Andres, tried not to scrunch up his nose at the smell of vomit, instead, he did a quick work of getting the boy out of the vomit soaked clothes, he lifted him easily and placed him in the tub, Lucas whimpered finally gaining some form of strength to protest “n-not a baby” he mumbled. But Andres ignored him. Kyle left few minutes later, probably to inform the others, few minutes later, Andres was lifting the boy out of the tub and drying him with a fluffy towel, he carried him to his room, seeing as it was the closest and that's when Michael and Brian walked in “took you long enough” Andres mumbled as he got out a sweat pant and shirt for the boy to wear. “kyle said he was throwing up, so i went to get some meds at the pharmacy, how is he?” Brian asked looking worried.

“he's stopped throwing up and seems calmer,” Andres whispered as he wore the clothes for the boy who just laid there exhausted. “Mike, can you get me the thermometer?”

“yeah sure” he said joggled down the hall to get it.

  Andres rubbed lucas' back and Brian ran his hand through his hair.

They would make him better, all of them. Together.