Chapter 36

Scott knew something was wrong before he'd even reached the doorstep. He rushed inside and instantly ran towards Kirstie's voice, coming from the bathroom. When he ran into the room, he saw Avi hunched over the toilet, throwing up. He took a step back, then noticing Kirstin knelt beside him. Scott saw Mitch coming towards him, but shook his head, pointing towards the kitchen. "Help Kevin unload the bags or whatever." Mitch slowed down, deciding if he should listen or not. He chose to do as told, walking towards the kitchen. Scott grabbed Kirstin's arm, pulling her to stand up. "Go to the kitchen, Kit. I'll take care of this." She glanced nervously down at Avi one more time, before leaving the room. Avi leaned away from the toilet, looking to Scott as if he was going to say something, but quickly turned back and threw up again. Scott knelt down and rubbed his back, grateful that Avi's man bun was keeping his hair out of the line of fire. Avi leaned back again, taking a deep breath. "Oh Lord." "What happened?" Avi shook his head and looked over at him. "Not a single clue. I guess all my Alpha genes or whatever make me feel like I'm alright. But my body strongly disagrees." Scott nodded. "Do you think you're done? I can stay in here longer. But I think if you feel better you need to go lay down or something." Avi nodded, and grabbed Scott's sleeve as he tried to pick himself up off of the ground. Scott kept one hand under his elbow just in case. "Want me to carry--?" "Just let me be a man for a second." Scott chuckled a little, helping him slowly walk down the hall. "Want me to bring you some soup or something?" "Yes please, chicken and stars." He retorted sarcastically. "No, Scott! What did I just say about being a man? Just... Let me sleep a little bit." Avi mumbled the ending. Scott was trying not to laugh, a smile on his face. "Chicken and stars...?" Avi pushed him a little, but grabbed him quickly when he lost his balance. "Ugh, Scott. Don't make fun of me right now." "Right. Right, I'm sorry." Scott lead Avi into his bedroom, helping him lay down on the bed. Avi closed his eyes and ran his hands over his face. "Jesus, I feel like shit. Where's Kevin?" "Kitchen. I'll go grab him, if you need him." "No, no. I don't want to bug him. Just.. Does my forehead feel hot to you?" Scott took a step closer, setting the back of his hand on Avi's head, pressing it for a second before pulling away. "Jesus, Avi! I'm getting Kevin." *******