TITLE: Cursed!
CHARACTERS: Raven, Stevie Richards, misc. other 1996 ECW stars
PAIRINGS: None, as of yet
NOTES: Don't have any…
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these people; I just use them to make everyone else happy!
Raven blinked his eyes open and groaned at the sudden light. He burrowed back into the blanket that covered him.
Stevie glanced over when he heard the movement. The man looked over at the clock. It was much later than he thought. "Raven?" He waited, but received no answer. "Rae, it's already five. I have to get to the arena."
Raven's large, brown eyes peeked over the top of the sheets. "Mmm…nooo…" He turned facedown in the pillow and kicked off the blanket. "It's hot…"
Stevie sighed. "Rae, please." He sat on the side of the bed and gently played with the boy's short, dark curls. He was surprised to find that Raven's hair was damp with sweat. A look told him that his pajamas were sweaty too. "Rae? What's wrong?"
Raven turned his head to lie on one side. His small face was flushed. "I'm hot. And I think I might throw up…"
Stevie's eyes widened. He set the back of his hand against the boy's forehead. He recoiled at the heat. "Oh, geeze, you're burning up." He pushed the damp bangs from Raven's forehead. "Aw, Rave." The man pulled Raven's sheets back up. "Wait here, okay? I need to talk to Beulah."
Raven nodded. Stevie sighed and ran a hand through his dirty blond hair. "Tell me what's wrong first."
The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm hot, my nose is stuffy, my throat hurts, and I want to throw up…" He sighed in annoyance and kicked his sheet down again.
Stevie gently set the palm of his hand on Raven's forehead again, brushing the dark, damp curls from the boy's forehead. "Rae…think you can stay here alone for just a minute or two? Maybe Beulah can tell me what to do."
Raven nodded weakly, turning over. Suddenly, he lurched forward, his head dipping and the unmistakable sound of retching filling the room.
"Raven!" Stevie cried out. He sighed. "Okay. It's okay, bro. Just lie down. Just lie down and wait. I'll be back in a little bit."
The man sighed again as he left the hotel room and started down the hallway. "Poor Raven."
When Stevie returned, one arm around Beulah and the other around Francine, Raven had barely moved. "Here he is."
"Aww…" Francine ran over to Raven's side and pressed her hand to the boy's forehead. "Aww, B. He's hotter than a firecracker." She shook her head and pouted down to him. "Poor baby."
Beulah frowned. "Oh. That poor, poor kid."
Stevie nodded. "And it doesn't help that I have to make an appearance and cut a promo, but I don't want to leave him all alone, you know?"
Beulah smiled, crossing the room to sit next to Francine on Raven's mattress. "If you want, we can watch him. Right, Francie?"
Francine nodded, gently running her fingers through Raven's dark, curly hair.
"Really?" Stevie's eyes lit up. "You'd do that?"
Beulah nodded. "Yeah. I wouldn't be able to leave knowing that he's all alone and sick here."
"Thanks B." Stevie kissed her cheek quickly. He did the same to Francine. "You two are lifesavers."