Kurt pushed himself away from Scott, gagging and barely able to turn on the spot before vomit spewed forth from within him. He was quickly forced to his knees, holding onto his stomach and retching onto the floor. He felt Scott's hands, cold and refreshing against his hot, clammy skin, push his hair back. "Woah," he heard, as if dreaming. "Hey, you're alright. It's okay. Don't cry."
His ears were ringing and his vision was spinning and his throat burnt with the nasty after taste of bile. He took a deep breath and felt the floor slip from under him; Scott had picked him up and was carrying him back into his room. Scott went to lay him down but, by sudden desire, Kurt clung to his shirt, a hoarse "no" escaping him. "Don't leave me in here alone. I've been alone all day. All by myself." His voice was sad and with his ear still pressed against Scott's chest, he heard the other's heart skip a beat. Scott laid him down anyways and Kurt suddenly felt like crying. But then the weight of the other was falling onto the bed and Kurt rolled towards him. His eyes were open but he wasn't seeing things clearly; it was more like he was underwater… Deep underwater.
"Will you get sick because of me," he whispered, hoarse and tired.
He felt Scott shift to a more comfortable position. "No, I don't think so. My immune system is pretty good." Kurt felt the other's hand slowly move to his hair, flattening it down and running his fingers through the strands. It felt nice. He let his eyes shut, deciding that his vision sucked and there was no need to strain himself further. Scott continued to pet him but paused. "Is… Is this okay?"
Kurt nodded, pulling himself tighter against Scott, his tail wrapping around one of the other's legs. He could hear Scott's heart hammering. "I'm not mad at you," he breathed. "Myself? Ja , you? No. We should have just talked about things instead of avoiding each other. I'm sorry."
Scott swallowed, hand pausing and hovering. "Do you remember anything from this morning?"
"Everything," Kurt's voice was soft, quiet, hesitant. "It's all true, you know. You do make me feel human and I do think I love you. I've been laying in here all day, in and out of consciousness and every time I was awake, I just wanted to go find you. I wanted to tell you, that it was all true. I remember everything. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but it's hard for me to understand what I'm feeling and how you treat me and… I'm not used to being treated human, Scott. I'm not used to feeling human. And I don't want to lose those feelings and I don't want to lose you but I'm scared." His voice grew thick and it became harder for him to continue to talking. "I'm scared I'll wake up and it'll all be a dream and that I'll be back in the circus where no one really treats me like I'm human, not even those closest to me."
"God told me that I'd make a big decision today and I asked him how I'd know the right way to go about it but he wouldn't answer me. Scott… he wouldn't answer me." He let out a deep breath. "But I think I know my answer now. I think I understand what I should do."
He heard the other's heart thudding heavily in his chest. "Scott… I want to give it a shot. I want to be with you. I want to try it, because I really do think I love you. And… it's not like I'm getting into Heaven anyways, so if this does condemn me further, what harm will it do?"
His world was spinning again and he pulled himself from Scott's arms and leaned over him, hoping the bucket was there where he needed it. Nothing but thick saliva came out, however, his stomach too empty to push anything out. He could hear Scott gag slightly before covering his mouth and taking a deep breath. After a moment of no convulsions, Scott slipped out from under him. "I'm going to go find someone to clean that up and get you some water and crackers. Just… try to hit the bucket next time."
When Kurt opened his eyes, Scott was gone, but his own turmoil wasn't. He had told Scott the truth, but why did he feel like something worse was about to happen to him? He didn't dwell on the thought for long, because he was grabbing the bucket and his stomach was lurching once again.