*Barrel's POV*
The next morning, I was washing everyone's shirts. It felt nice to be shirtless; it was a hot day...or was it just me? I was feeling rather warm the night before after Mayo got hurt, too. I looked over to the couch to see Mayo showing Gonzales the scar that the grunt had given him.
That's when the feeling came again - the feeling of being a bro. It made me feel confused as well. I know, I know; I had the feelings before, and it was just because I was tired. But this time, I didn't feel tired at all...just strangely warm.
There were just so many feelings and emotions bottled up inside of me, and I didn't know what to do with myself. giving my six-pack abs a slap, I went upstairs to my room, and curled up on my bed.
I started down at my abdomen, my chin rested on my chest. How does Stephano get his eight-pack abs? Maybe it's because he's been a soldier all his life. Sighing, I rolled onto my side. What were these feelings? Why was I thinking about being a bro? Was I getting sick? I mean I was feeling very warm and all, but I didn't feel that sick.
Just then, the door opened, and Gonzales walked in. "Hey Barrel," he said gently. "You seemed kind of upset, so I came in to check on you. You feelin' okay?" I shrugged. "I don't know," I sighed. Gonzales perched himself on the edge of the bed. "Just chill out, Barrel," he said. "Just relax. Go to sleep. Just a nice sleep will make you feel better." Gonzales gently stroked my waist. It was very nice and gentle on my bare waist, and tickled a little. My eyes started to gently drop shut.
"Hush now. Hush, Barrel," Gonzales whispered. "You don't feel good at all, and just need to sleep. Everything will be sorted out when you wake up." With that, my eyelids dropped down, and closed as I was dragged into a dark, dreamless sleep.