Second chapter!!! I'm not sure if anyone is even reading this, but it's fun to write anyway. Well enough chatter-on with chapter two.

Disclaimer: I don't own coronation street.

Chapter 2

The world felt extremely warm to Ryan Connor as he lay on his uncle's couch. He was breathing in and out attempting not to get sick again-one time was enough for him. In the next room he could hear the hushed tones of a conversation between his Uncle Liam and his mother. He could only imagine that Liam was trying to get Michelle to come over and take a look at her son. From the sounds of things, he didn't think he would see her anytime soon-Alex probably needed something. Ryan closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing, which had become quite labored.

Then, he felt another sharp pain in his abdomen. It had come just as suddenly as the last time, but this time it caused him to cry out in pain.

Hearing his cry of anguish from the next room, Liam quickly said goodbye to Michelle and came to kneel by the couch where Ryan lay. "Ryan, what's the matter? Does your stomach still hurt?"

"Yeah, but it's no worse than before." Ryan looked away from his uncle's searching eyes, and Liam could tell that he was lying.

"Sure, I believe that just as much as I did when I heard it the first time earlier-and then you got sick! Come on lad, let's get you to bed. Your mom's coming in a few minutes, she just had to stop in with Steve to let him know what's up." With some effort, and a lot of help from Liam, Ryan managed to make it to the upstairs guest room. After a few minutes of confused delirium, Ryan found himself in the bed with a pair of loose pajamas on. "Shall I get you a bucket, or do you think you can make it to the bathroom in time if you get sick again?"

"I think I can manage. Thanks Liam...for everything." Ryan spoke this softly, but Liam knew he meant it.

"I'll send your mom up when she gets here. Holler if you need anything." Liam closed the door quietly behind him, taking one last look at Ryan with worry before walking down the stairs to greet his sister.

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Oh Ry, what have you done to yourself now-as if I don't have enough to worry about. Michelle was running down the street, attracting a few unwanted eyes and receiving several confused looks. She ignored it all, although she knew she'd have to deal with questions later at the Rovers. She ran up the steps and knocked on the door to Liam and Maria's small abode.

Liam opened the door almost instantly and ushered her inside. "You're finally here." he noticed she had several bags. "Been doing some shopping I see."

"Yeah, umm just some stuff Alex asked me to pick up." Michelle seemed ashamed by this, but Liam was unconcerned with his sister's welfare at the moment. "Where's Ryan-you said he was ill? How sick is he, exactly?"

"Hang on, just one question at a time please. He's upstairs sleeping it off in the guest room. He's got a fever and he's been sick a few times since I phoned." Liam searched into Michelle's eyes wondering what her reaction would be to this information.

"Well what are we bloody doing down here?!" Michelle raced up the stairs, then gently knocked on the door. She hear a soft 'come in'.

Her heart nearly broke when she saw her son laying on the bed, arms firmly clamped over his stomach. He was pale and sweating, with red adorning both of his cheeks. "Hey mom."

"Ry, oh Ryan! Look at yourself, are you okay?" Michelle went to sit on the bed next to Ryan and she proceeded to brush his bangs away from his sticky forehead.

"I've got to say, I've felt better." Ryan felt slightly awkward being treated so tenderly. "But you don't have to worry, haven't you got to get back to Alex, anyhow?" His voice broke and he turned away from Michelle to lie on his side.

Frowning at Ryan's actions, Michelle moved around to look him in the eyes. "Ry, this is about you, not Alex. I don't want you to think that way anymo-" But yet another member of the Connor family was cut off by the choking sounds of Ryan. Not wanting to be seen any weaker in front of his mother, he ran out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.

He proceed to get ill for the fourth time that morning. Ryan hadn't shut the door all the way behind himself, and Michelle followed him into the room. She supported her son as got sick and wiped his mouth for him when he was done.

"What am I going to do with you Ryan?" Michelle muttered to herself.

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