A/N: Okay… first, I want to thank you all for your reviews. It was kind of a rough day, and getting them was AWESOME. Secondly, shout out to Steph for (1) convincing my muse to do things and (2) Pimping me out. So, thanks!
Nick and Jeff stare for a moment, before they can react. The brunette recovers faster, maybe because he's been through this once before.
Nick kneels beside the catatonic Sebastian. He taps him on the shoulder, calling his name. Sebastian moans and gives him the bird. If Nick had any doubts in his mind about Sebastian not being himself, the gesture confirms it. The Dalton required emergency medical training kicks it, and Nick he takes his friend's pulse at his carotid. It's fast and strong. He listen's to Sebastian's shallow breathing, and identifies the crisis.
During that long day in the hospital, Mr. Smythe had explained things about diabetes to Nick that he hadn't been able to learn from a cursory search of Web MD. He explained that in addition to ketones, the other big danger is low blood sugar. Nick is pretty sure Sebastian is low, now.
"Jeff, go get Trent," he says, "And bring the Wesley Montgomery Memorial Pot of Honey."
Wes Montgomery, former Warbler leader and germaphobe, had been known for his impressive collection of throat protective measures. Honey was prominently featured in most of them. Upon his graduation, Wes had bequeathed David a large plastic bear of honey, a bag of lemons and a fifth of whiskey for "Irish Cough Syrup". The boys drank the whiskey, made faces with the lemon and kept the honey.
Jeff returns quickly with Trent, David, and the WMMPoH. Trent is carrying a coke. Before Nick can say anything, Trent is pouring honey onto his index finger and sticking in in Sebastian's mouth. Trent pours more honey on his finger, and inserts it again.
The boys watch with bated breath as color slowly returns to Sebastian's parchment color cheeks and blue lips. He stops rocking, first, and then his body slowly uncurls.
His hands are still shaking when Trent presses the Coke into them. He drinks greedily, without pausing to stop.
Only when the bottle is empty does Sebastian look up. "I'm fine," he says, only the slightest tremor in his voice. "I'll catch up with you in class, later."
Nick, David, Jeff, and Trent share a look. "Go on," Trent says, finally. "I've got this under control."