Because I have been feeling so sick lately. No, not from food poisoning, but from something like it. Ugh...I wanna take a nap but I got to babysit - maybe I can sleep later?
Anyways, I don't own any of these characters, but I hope you enjoy reading this. :)
"Tim?" Conner peeked into his lover's room. It was his room too, but right now, Tim only occupied it. Kon held in his hands a single banana. "I made you some soup and gave some to Krypto to see if it was safe to eat but he threw it up so I figured it was not edible. Then Dr. Oz was on TV and he said I should give you a banana."
Tim sat up from the bed. His usual neatly combed hair was a complete mess, his skin was a shade paler than usual and his eyes were lined with black from his lack of sleep.
"You feeling better?" Kon sat beside Tim on the bed and handed him the banana.
For a few seconds, Tim said nothing but stared at the banana before beginning to peel it. However, instead of eating the fruit, he squished it in his palm and smeared it across Conner's face, saying, "I don't want to eat anything. I am not hungry. I got food poisoning from McDonald's all because you wanted a damn Pokemon toy."
"I didn't make you eat it." Conner stated, trying to keep calm. He knew the only reason why his boyfriend was being an ass was because he was not feeling well. With some tissues they had on the nightstand by their bed, Kon began to wipe the banana off his face.
It could have been the smell of banana that set off the nausea spell and caused Tim to dash into the bathroom to throw up. Conner followed Tim into the bathroom to see him kneeling in front of the toilet with his hands bracing the rims of the seat. Kon stepped over to Tim and sat behind him. He put his arms around his lover's waist, and his head between his shoulder blades. He could feel Tim's muscles contract, and hear the frantic beating of his heart.
"It's okay, Timmy." Conner spoke in a low tone, trying to ease his lover's panic. "I'm here with you."
After a few minutes, Tim collapsed back into Conner's chest, trying to catch his breath.
"Feel better?" Conner asked again.
"No." Tim tried to stand, but his legs were to weak to support him. Conner caught him and lifted him bridal style but Tim continued to protest. "I can walk..."
"No, no you cant." Kon gently laid Tim down on the bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I'll go get you some water, and some meds."