A/N: Writing this is SO MUCH more appealing than grading or redacting tonight, so… Happy Extra Chapter Sunday! Points for keeping reading this. Extra points if you get the movie reference, with of course, I DO NOT OWN. Also… if not mentioned, a normal blood sugar is around 100 mg/dl. Most people define high as about 180 mg/dl.

Sebastian doesn't stir as his father walked into the room. His ramrod straight back and aura of power is all but gone as he sits beside his son's bed. John Smythe brushes Sebastian's bangs off his forehead, and takes his son's hand. Nick watches as the father expertly, although not as expertly as the son would have, uses the small black case of Sebastian's drawer of secrets to draw blood. He feels like an intruder on an intimate family moment.

Sebastian stirs and rolls over as his father nurses his finger. Blood blooms like a ruby on the side.

"Hurh? Dad?" He asks, looking like a quizzical little boy.

"You're 500, Bastian," his father says quietly, almost tenderly. "Do you want me to bolus for you?"

Sebastian's pale cheeks tinge with pink. "I disconnected and took long acting and short acting."

Nick is amazed at how well Mr. Symthe keeps his cool. He can tell the older man is frustrated, maybe even angry, with his son, but only because he knows Sebastian. "And your ketones?"

"Extra large," Sebastian admits quietly. He gets a panicky look on his face. "I'm gonna puke."

Nick hurries over to the pair, offering his empty wastebasket. Sebastian's body contorts as he empties all the water Nick got into him between the last round of vomiting and this one. The watery puke smells acrid.

"How many times?" Nick isn't sure if Sebastian's father is asking him or his son.

"A few," Sebastian says, dismissively. "But, I'm fine, Dad."

He wipes his mouth with his towel, wincing, and starts to get up. Nick is amazed to see that Mr. Smythe's hand is all it takes to keep Sebastian on the bed.

"Really, Bastian?" The older man's eyes are dark as he asks the question.

Sebastian shakes his head. He looks like he wants to cry, but Sebastian would never cry in front of Nick, or his father, or anyone.

"Fine," he almost whispers in defeat.

Mr. Smythe goes to Sebastian's dresser and removes a set of clean clothes: Jeans, boxers, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt. He turns away as Sebastian puts them on, mechanically.

"Nick, do you want to come with us to the ER?" He asks his son's friend, quietly.

Nick isn't sure what to say. When Sebastian gets better… if Sebastian gets better, he will exact a revenge on the person who has seen him so vulnerable. But, its like a traffic accident, and he's not sure he can look away.

"Okay," he says, quietly.

Sebastian's father nods gravely, and waits for Nick to get his coat. Then, he leads the two boys through the silent dormitory halls, past the rector's office, and to his waiting car.

He buckes Sebastian into the front seat, tenderly, and hands him an airsickness bag.

"Hey, Bas, if you're gonna spew, spew in this," He says, a half smile playing over his lips.

As Sebastian's lips jerk upward, Nick thinks he may have witnessed one of his roommate's only genuine smiles in his entire time at Dalton.