He watched me nervously as I pulled a set of clothes out of the bag.
"Do you want me to dress you or do you want to do it yourself?" I asked, sitting next to him on the bed.
He watched his feet swinging over the edge. "…Don't think I can," he mumbled, blushing again. I could tell he was making a conscious effort to keep his speech normal.
"That's okay, honey, I can help you." I put him on my lap and helped him into the clothing. He still seemed to struggle and had a hard time getting them on properly. By the end, he was bright red and almost in tears out of frustration. "Come here, Garrett. It's okay." I hugged him carefully, rubbing his back when his emotions got the better of him and he started to cry.
Eleazar knocked awkwardly on the door and we both looked up. "Um, Tanya spoke to Carlisle and he said he would come and see us…"
"Thank god for Carlisle," I murmured.
"You've got that right," he muttered, walking away again.
Garrett sniffed and wiped his face on the back on his hand.
I picked him up and stood.
"Where we gowing?" he asked shyly.
"Downstairs with the others," I told him, giving him a light squeeze. He tensed but didn't object.

"Can you stand, Garrett?" Tanya asked as she sat down across from me. He was on the floor, having wriggled off me knee.
"I don't know," he shrugged.
"Do you want to try?" she encouraged.
"'kay," he mumbled. He crawled forward a few feet and tried to pull himself up on the coffee table, failing miserably. "Can't," he whimpered, rubbing his arm where he had knocked it as he fell.
"That's okay, we can work on that. At least you can talk," she smiled. "Is your arm okay?"
He nodded and refused to make eye contact.
We watched the TV for a few minutes until he suddenly started to cry again, becoming almost hysterical.
"What's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" I asked.
He frantically shook his head and pressed both hands over his mouth.
"I think he's going to puke," Eleazar told me quickly.
I hurriedly scooped him up and rushed him to the sink, pulling his hair out of the way just in time. Worry prickled my skin. I rubbed circles into his back while he coughed and spluttered. I could feel him trembling, afraid. I forced back my own tears. "It's okay, you're going to be okay, Garrett." I kissed the top of his head.
In the other room I could hear Tanya talking to Carlisle again. She came and stood in the doorway, giving me a reassuring smile.
"Carlisle says-" she started but on the other end of the phone he interrupted her.
"Is that like Simon says?" Carlisle asked, laughing.
Garrett giggled as well, immediately comforted by his friend.
"You be quiet," she quipped. "He thinks that because he's human it's just his body getting rid of all the blood because he'll need human food now. Also, we need to feed him."
"I'm not hungwy," Garrett moaned, hugging his stomach.
"I know you feel sick, but you have to eat before you go to bed, alright?" I told him, picking him up again and holding him close to me.
He nodded and hid his face in my shoulder.
Tanya took the phone away again and left us alone.
"I love you, Garrett."
"…love you too," he mumbled.
"Could you try and eat something for me?"
"Okay." He didn't look happy about it. I put him down on the bench and sourced some of the food we had gotten while we were out.
"Here, try this, sweetie. If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it and if you feel like you need to be sick, tell me, okay?" I pushed his hair out of his face again but it wouldn't stay put.
He took a hesitant bite out of it before smiling happily at me and quickly eating the rest of it.
"Do you want a drink as well?" I chuckled.
"Yes pwease," he answered, pulling a face when he remembered he couldn't talk properly.
I filled a glass and handed it to him. That disappeared within second as well.
"Katie…?" he asked shyly after a moment. He was squirming, unable to keep still, crossing and uncrossing his legs.
"Yes?" I smile.
He blushed bright red again. "I need to go to the bathwoom," he squeaked. "Really bad." He went an even deeper shade of crimson and pressed his legs together, looking like he wanted to cry.
"Oh, okay," I stood there dumbly for another minute, almost in shock, until he whimpered desperately. "Come on then."