It was later that evening, when some of the fellas decided to go out for a few hours (as they were permitted to on school nights, as long as they didn't do anything stupid, and came home at their curfew). The group was short five of them; Masevar had refused, he just didn't feel like it, as he was still quite 'mopey', Rockavar was still raging mad about the events from the previous day, Michael and Lewis were working hard to finish a school project, and Charles was studying for a mid-term exam. And so, the remaining six made do, with their own company. They all seemed to be having a good time... except Tyler. But then again, he had his reasons. He was still bummed out by the whole Vera, Rockavar, and him, mess. But now, there was another thing bugging him. For the last two days, he'd been feeling like crap. The first day though, it wasn't that bad... compared to now, anyways. He'd felt rather dehydrated, nauseous, and light-headed. Today, was even worse. More was added onto his state. Now he had persisting abdominal pain, his appetite was barely anything, and he felt rather dizzy and weak. HOW he managed to get through the day without passing out, or complaining, who could tell? And WHY he thought going out with his friends, for a drink or two, was a good idea, was something else lost beyond thought. But after only an hour or two, it all finally backfired, in a way. The lynx wasn't paying attention to anything, he was completely zoned out. All that was aware to him, was this severe cramping stomach pain, the beads of sweat upon his face, and a slight pang of nausea. He was just sitting there, suffering slowly, when his friend Aaron, finally turned in his direction, to say something. When his friend did not respond to his comment/question, and he got a look at his pained, agonizing expression, the hedgehog could sense that something was wrong. "-Tyler... you okay?" Tyler finally lifted his gaze, to Aaron's. "-Huh... wha?" he croaked. Somehow, it hurt to talk. A look of concern passed his friend's face. "You look sick, man... something wrong?" The lynx swallowed, feeling queasier than ever. "-You know... it's funny you mention that-" he gulped. Aaron looked confused. "-It 'is'?" His friend nodded, starting to get up. "-Yup... cuz I think I'm gonna go BE sick." With his face turning a pale shade of yellow, Tyler rushed off and away to the mens room. The other four watched him. Then they all looked to Aaron. "-Where's he goin'?" asked Ian. Buckthorne lifted an eyebrow. "-You mean it wasn't obvious?" "-He was goin' to 'yack', Ian," Richard translated. Ian nodded, understanding. "-Oooh... I see." Erm... how much did he have to drink?" Bullseye glanced at Tyler's spot, and orders. "-Uhh... believe it or not, the Ty-Dy only had ONE beer, and didn't even finish a quarter of his second yet... hmmm... ain't that righteously 'screwy', for ya?" Aaron rubbed his chin. "-Y'know... he's been acting funny all day... I mean... he's not looking so great... know what I sayin'?" "-You mean he's sick?" asked Richard. "Dunno... certainly seems like it," his friend shrugged. Richard thought about it. "-Hmmm... well... is there anything going around, these days?" "-I haven't heard anything," Ian responded. "Ditto," added Buckthorne. Bullseye wordlessly shrugged his shoulders, and Aaron shook his head. "-Oh... well... what did you think he might have, from the looks of it?" "-My guess would be food poisoning, stomach flu or something..." suggested Aaron. "-Ain't that pleasant thought," remarked Buckthorne, as the others cringed. Several minutes later, their lynx friend came walking back, shaky and pale-faced. He weakly said, "-Sorry about that." Bullseye breathed, "-Whoa... Tyler, you really don't look so good..." Tyler numbly waved a hand. "Nyah... I'm okay..." To their startlement, just as Tyler leaned his hand on the chair frame, his eyes rolled back and his ankles gave away, and he slammed onto the floor. "Tyler!!" yelped Aaron, jumping from his seat, and leaned down to his friend. The other four quickly rushed over to his side. "-Is he okay?" "He alright?" "What happened?" "Did he pass out?" The lynx strained open his eyes, tried to sit up, and moaned, "Alright, maybe I'm not okay..." He grimaced in pain, at every sentence he spoke. Buckthorne cast everyone a look. "-Anyone else think we should call the night a quits?" They all nodded. Just then, a bartender called over, "-Hey, what's goin' on over there?" Bullseye spoke for them. "-It's alright, sir, our friend's just feeling a little 'tipsy'... we'll take care of it." The bartender shook his head, went back to his business. "-Okay... Richard, Aaron, Ian... you guys get Ty on his feet, and help him out." Me and Buckthorne'll go start the car," Bullseye told them. He and his friend walked outside, as the other three pulled Tyler up, and assisting in helping him walk straight and staying upright.
The car belonged to Bullseye and Buckthorne. It was a camouflage green hummer. It had once belonged to Nurse Melony's older brother, but as he had died twelve years ago, and Melony had never had the heart to sell it, she gave it to Bullseye on his sixteenth birthday, several weeks earlier. Since at that age, Bullseye was legally old enough to drive, she had given it to him, with the condition that it was Buckthorne's car also. She considered it a gift for the both of them, and expected them to both share it. Naturally though, that went without saying nonetheless, as Bullseye and Buckthorne already had a habit of sharing and borrowing most of each other's stuff. Despite the vehicle's age, it was still in great condition, and ran perfectly. It was pretty roomy too, could fit about six or eight people, depending on their size. It had been a great thing for the gang, new means of transportation, although, half the time, they still preferred walking to places, since the car couldn't fit them all. But of course though, Tyler and Aaron had been talking about getting summer jobs, and pooling in their money to buy their own car, since Bullseye and Buckthorne got theirs, as were some of the others, so they could all drive together, and joked about having street races.
After only a few minutes of driving, Tyler's face turned an unusual color again. "-Aww no..." he croaked. Aaron saw the look, and shrieked out, "-Yo Bullseye!" You better stop the car!" He's gonna throw up again!" His warthog friend slammed his foot on the brake, screeching the vehicle into a halt. "-What??" Him, Buckthorne and Richard looked back from the front seat, to see Tyler tear his head out the opened car window, and puke up even more mouthfuls of retching vomit. They all cringed in disgust, especially Aaron and Ian, who were in the back seat with Tyler. It was pretty freaking gross. Bullseye grimaced, "-Uhhh... Tyler... buddy... could ya maybe try to 'aim' more 'outwards'?" See that you don't splatter 'it' on the side of car??" Thanks-" Richard gave him a look. "-I REALLY don't think he gives a shit about that right now, Bullseye." The warthog frowned. "-Well I do!!" It's my fucking car!!" That's when everyone shot him a dirty look. He put up his hands in defeat. "-Oh FINE!" Whatever!" Feel free to 'RALPH' in the BACKSEAT for all I care, then, Ty!!" Fucking sick!" growled Bullseye, furiously. At last, Tyler finally stuck his head back in, and leaned against the seat, and the rolled up window, groaning. Aaron slowly touched his shoulder. "-Any better, now Ty?" The lynx feebly shook his head. "-Not.. really..." Aaron turned to Bullseye. "Better keep going on then." We need to get him home." Urquhart'll know what to do." His friend gave a nod. "-Yup... sounds like a plan." Just hold on Tyler, we'll be there in a couple minutes." You gonna be okay 'til then pal?" Tyler stirred slightly. "-Suuure," he muttered, before dropping his face back down against the seat.
In his household study room, Sir Urquhart was interrupted from his work, as the sound of a moving vehicle was heard outside. The adult lynx slowly turned his gaze to the window. He immediately recognized the car pulling into the driveway, as well as the young males in the front seat. Urquhart shifted his eyes towards the clock on his desk. *Hmmm... they're done early, tonight...* he thought, suspiciously. Usually they would be out for another hour or so, as their curfew was in two hours. The lynx then shrugged to himself, and continued writing up a file.
The car doors all slammed shut, except for the one, Tyler was leaning against. The boys all walked over to Tyler's side. Bullseye and Richard stood by, as Buckthorne slowly opened the door. Tyler tried to cautiously step out, but instead, stumbled out, headfirst. The warthog and other lynx quickly grabbed him by the arms, and tried to help him stay upright. But the delirious lynx tugged his arms free, "-Let go.." he grumbled, and without their support, fell down to his knees, on the gravel. Bullseye tried talking to him, "-Hey come on Tyler... 'upsy daisy' with ya..." He tried to grab Tyler's arm again, but his friend resisted. "-Nuuu..." I don't wanna get up..." The warthog urged, "-Well we gotta get you into the house, so you kinda gotta get up... you know... so you can 'walk'?" Tyler shook his head. "-Nooo... don't wanna walk... I wanna lie down..." he moaned, and layed down on the ground. The others cast glances. Bullseye sighed, "-Okay, I understand... but I don't think your parents are gonna want you lying on the driveway... I mean... they could like... drive right over you... and I'm just guessing... but the last time I looked at the laws, 'killing your offspring' isn't legal anymore... you know?" The lynx just groaned outloud, waved a hand, let it drop, so Bullseye gestured to Richard to help him haul their friend up. So they did, and as Tyler wearily lifted his head up, Bullseye asked, "-Can you walk, Ty?" Tyler groggily nodded, moodily, "Course I can, let me go... I can walk..." They both let go of him, Tyler took one step, and fell over again. Bullseye muttered, "-Yeah... you're right Tyler... you've totally got this whole 'walking' business figured out... I mean, look at ya... you're as fast as a little toddler just learning how to work those things, like 'whoosh'...!" Tyler whined, "-Shut... up!" Bullseye sighed, "-Tyler... fuck it man.. look at ya!" Just let us help ya!" Your dad's gonna think we got ya 'smashed', if we let ya stumble up to the door like that!" At the mention of his parent, Tyler gave a loud painful moan. "-Oh shit... my dad!" He leaned over, moaning more, causing Bullseye to yelp, "-Hey, hey, hey, don't you dare throw up again!" Your old man'll totally gonna think you're 'wasted'!" He got almost right in Tyler's face. "-Dude... did you hear me?" Come on... don't do it!" ...Tyler?" Tyler was blankly looking at him, then suddenly vomited right there and then. Bullseye barely had enough time to jump back. He glowered. "-You are SO lucky that didn't hit my shoe..." the warthog growled.
Arranging the bookcase in the hallway, Lady Sarah heard the front door, open, accompanied by some odd and rather loud noises. Standing up, she brushed a lock of hair from her face, and looked towards the front of the house. "-Hello?" she spoke outloud. She could hear some voices, but none replied to her. The female lynx walked towards her husband's study room. She felt it best for him to know.
The car belonged to Bullseye and Buckthorne. It was a camouflage green hummer. It had once belonged to Nurse Melony's older brother, but as he had died twelve years ago, and Melony had never had the heart to sell it, she gave it to Bullseye on his sixteenth birthday, several weeks earlier. Since at that age, Bullseye was legally old enough to drive, she had given it to him, with the condition that it was Buckthorne's car also. She considered it a gift for the both of them, and expected them to both share it. Naturally though, that went without saying nonetheless, as Bullseye and Buckthorne already had a habit of sharing and borrowing most of each other's stuff. Despite the vehicle's age, it was still in great condition, and ran perfectly. It was pretty roomy too, could fit about six or eight people, depending on their size. It had been a great thing for the gang, new means of transportation, although, half the time, they still preferred walking to places, since the car couldn't fit them all. But of course though, Tyler and Aaron had been talking about getting summer jobs, and pooling in their money to buy their own car, since Bullseye and Buckthorne got theirs, as were some of the others, so they could all drive together, and joked about having street races.
After only a few minutes of driving, Tyler's face turned an unusual color again. "-Aww no..." he croaked. Aaron saw the look, and shrieked out, "-Yo Bullseye!" You better stop the car!" He's gonna throw up again!" His warthog friend slammed his foot on the brake, screeching the vehicle into a halt. "-What??" Him, Buckthorne and Richard looked back from the front seat, to see Tyler tear his head out the opened car window, and puke up even more mouthfuls of retching vomit. They all cringed in disgust, especially Aaron and Ian, who were in the back seat with Tyler. It was pretty freaking gross. Bullseye grimaced, "-Uhhh... Tyler... buddy... could ya maybe try to 'aim' more 'outwards'?" See that you don't splatter 'it' on the side of car??" Thanks-" Richard gave him a look. "-I REALLY don't think he gives a shit about that right now, Bullseye." The warthog frowned. "-Well I do!!" It's my fucking car!!" That's when everyone shot him a dirty look. He put up his hands in defeat. "-Oh FINE!" Whatever!" Feel free to 'RALPH' in the BACKSEAT for all I care, then, Ty!!" Fucking sick!" growled Bullseye, furiously. At last, Tyler finally stuck his head back in, and leaned against the seat, and the rolled up window, groaning. Aaron slowly touched his shoulder. "-Any better, now Ty?" The lynx feebly shook his head. "-Not.. really..." Aaron turned to Bullseye. "Better keep going on then." We need to get him home." Urquhart'll know what to do." His friend gave a nod. "-Yup... sounds like a plan." Just hold on Tyler, we'll be there in a couple minutes." You gonna be okay 'til then pal?" Tyler stirred slightly. "-Suuure," he muttered, before dropping his face back down against the seat.
In his household study room, Sir Urquhart was interrupted from his work, as the sound of a moving vehicle was heard outside. The adult lynx slowly turned his gaze to the window. He immediately recognized the car pulling into the driveway, as well as the young males in the front seat. Urquhart shifted his eyes towards the clock on his desk. *Hmmm... they're done early, tonight...* he thought, suspiciously. Usually they would be out for another hour or so, as their curfew was in two hours. The lynx then shrugged to himself, and continued writing up a file.
The car doors all slammed shut, except for the one, Tyler was leaning against. The boys all walked over to Tyler's side. Bullseye and Richard stood by, as Buckthorne slowly opened the door. Tyler tried to cautiously step out, but instead, stumbled out, headfirst. The warthog and other lynx quickly grabbed him by the arms, and tried to help him stay upright. But the delirious lynx tugged his arms free, "-Let go.." he grumbled, and without their support, fell down to his knees, on the gravel. Bullseye tried talking to him, "-Hey come on Tyler... 'upsy daisy' with ya..." He tried to grab Tyler's arm again, but his friend resisted. "-Nuuu..." I don't wanna get up..." The warthog urged, "-Well we gotta get you into the house, so you kinda gotta get up... you know... so you can 'walk'?" Tyler shook his head. "-Nooo... don't wanna walk... I wanna lie down..." he moaned, and layed down on the ground. The others cast glances. Bullseye sighed, "-Okay, I understand... but I don't think your parents are gonna want you lying on the driveway... I mean... they could like... drive right over you... and I'm just guessing... but the last time I looked at the laws, 'killing your offspring' isn't legal anymore... you know?" The lynx just groaned outloud, waved a hand, let it drop, so Bullseye gestured to Richard to help him haul their friend up. So they did, and as Tyler wearily lifted his head up, Bullseye asked, "-Can you walk, Ty?" Tyler groggily nodded, moodily, "Course I can, let me go... I can walk..." They both let go of him, Tyler took one step, and fell over again. Bullseye muttered, "-Yeah... you're right Tyler... you've totally got this whole 'walking' business figured out... I mean, look at ya... you're as fast as a little toddler just learning how to work those things, like 'whoosh'...!" Tyler whined, "-Shut... up!" Bullseye sighed, "-Tyler... fuck it man.. look at ya!" Just let us help ya!" Your dad's gonna think we got ya 'smashed', if we let ya stumble up to the door like that!" At the mention of his parent, Tyler gave a loud painful moan. "-Oh shit... my dad!" He leaned over, moaning more, causing Bullseye to yelp, "-Hey, hey, hey, don't you dare throw up again!" Your old man'll totally gonna think you're 'wasted'!" He got almost right in Tyler's face. "-Dude... did you hear me?" Come on... don't do it!" ...Tyler?" Tyler was blankly looking at him, then suddenly vomited right there and then. Bullseye barely had enough time to jump back. He glowered. "-You are SO lucky that didn't hit my shoe..." the warthog growled.
Arranging the bookcase in the hallway, Lady Sarah heard the front door, open, accompanied by some odd and rather loud noises. Standing up, she brushed a lock of hair from her face, and looked towards the front of the house. "-Hello?" she spoke outloud. She could hear some voices, but none replied to her. The female lynx walked towards her husband's study room. She felt it best for him to know.
