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A/N: Sorry that it took so long me to update I've been kind of having a bit of writer's block.
A/N2:Big thanks to my beta d767468 if it weren't for my beta it wouldn't be nearly as good.
A/N3: For some reason this got formatted oddly so I fixed it... i think, tell me if it looks/sounds off.
Xander eyes opened a crack as he had a killer headache.
"Who's is the president of the United States?" it took him a moment to recognize Sam's voice.
"What?" then the memory of the last night came rushing back. He had fainted after he and Dean had gotten Sam into the car and had knocked his head on the door on his way down. Giving him a bad headache and some blurry hours afterward that he couldn't really remember; he did remember the last two of these wake up calls though.
"Obama." he said then turned over hoping to find sleep again, only to find it beyond his groaned in frustration and instead just tried to hide his head under his blanket hoping that it would stop the pounding in his head.
"Xander are you okay?" Xander just sneaked his hand out of the blanket and snagged a pillow and bent that over his head, then heard a more muffled
"Xander?" Xander groaned again but this time decided to peak out from underneath the blanket. Sam was sitting next to him on the bed looking at him concerned.
"Are you okay?"
"Head hurts." Xander mumbled. He found a glass being shoved at him and he blinked, his brain taking longer than usual to figure out what Sam wanted from him. He groaned and pushed the glass away and his stomach started churning. No use in taking pain pills that were going to be thrown up
"Xander?" Sam asked concerned.
"Nauseous." he said shortly, in fact that was when he stomach very violently churned and Xander tried to sit up but being vertical only made him that much more nauseous. He knew he wasn't going to be able to make it the bathroom, so it was a good thing when Sam put a trash can in front of him. After he was finished he realized that his headache was worse, he tried to sit up again only for Sam to stop him.
"The last time you tried to sit up you threw up."
"Bad taste." he managed to get out, he closed his eyes as the throbbing of his head took over.
"Here let me help you." Sam said after a few moments, he gently lifted him slowly into a sitting position then Sam pushed something at him. He opened his eyes wide enough to see it was water. He took the glass from him and tilted some of the liquid into his mouth, swished it around in his mouth, and very carefully spit it back into the cup making sure to get none of it anywhere else. His mouth tasted much better now. Sam helped him to lay back slowly. He squeezed his eyes shut hoping that would make some of the pain go away. He wondered if he could keep down the pain pills now.
"As soon as you stop being nauseous. you've got to eat and drink something. You're still a little light on fluids." Xander did not like even hearing about food at the moment since his stomach was still churning.
"Dean's getting some food and he should be back soon." Xander hadn't even realized that Dean wasn't there, but he was in terrible amount of pain so that was probably why. He really wished that Willow was there to comfort him. Other people might wish for a parent when they were in pain, but his parents were dead and even when they hadn't been dead they were never really good in a was the one he wanted, Willow had always been there for him whenever he needed her. He wished that he and his brothers were closer so he could seek comfort in them but even in his pain filled state of mind he knew that they weren't really quite to that point yet. Sam was already taking care of him as well as could be expected for the amount of time they knew each other.
"Do you have an arrest warrant out for you?" Sam asked, Xander fought his throbbing head to understand the question, although in his state he couldn't think of why it was relevant.
"No." he said.
"Good, because if you get much worse we're going to have to take you to the hospital." Xander couldn't stop himself from shivering. He hated hospitals. It's where he always went when his Dad hurt him too much for it to be easily swept under the rug. Where his parents had always lied to the doctors who looked like they knew what was going on but never did anything about it.
"Are you cold?" Sam asked concerned. Xander started shaking his head only for the nausea to increase and he immediately stopped.
"No." he said instead, although now that he thought about it he was a little cold, not too much but a little. That probably had something do with the blood loss, since he had lost quite a bit of didn't want to go the hospital though unless absolutely necessary, there was nothing but bad memories associated with the antiseptic smell and white walls. Besides other than the overwhelming headache and nausea and slight cold he felt fine.
"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Xander stopped himself from moving his head again and just said
"No."
The door opened just then, his headache made the quiet sound seem like elephants parading into the room, the door closing was just as bad.
"Hey, how's he doing?" he heard Dean ask, his voice sounding like he was talking through a megaphone.
"He's awake." Sam said "and his head hurts and he's nauseous."
"Ouch." Dean said but he said it much softer that time. "Sorry dude." he said softly. He wasn't really able to focus much on what was being said but he did catch the sorry dude, he supposed that was something at least. Not exactly the top thing he wanted Dean to say to him at the moment, not that he knew what the top thing he did want Dean to say was. At least it showed that he was at least trying to appear to sympathetic. Dean sighed in an aggravated way.
"Sam what are you doing out of bed?"
"Dean...I'm fine. I slept, I drank apple juice, orange juice, lots, and any other fluids you've pushed at me...I'm fine." he said in an annoyed tone but Xander could hear the under current of appreciation for his health along with affection. Xander would have smiled if it weren't for the pain. So far he'd only met one side of Sam. Now he was seeing the other. The moody, obsessive, depressed Sam who couldn't see beyond getting his brother out of Purgatory. This Sam seemed like a completely different person with his brother around.
"Have you given him the pills yet?" Dean asked.
"No...he's too nauseous" he paused "I think...I was going to give him an anti-nausea pill, so he can keep down the pain pills." Sam said. "He's not going to get better if he can't drink and he can't drink if he can't keep anything down, and if we can't get him to drink we're going to have to take him to the hospital soon. There was a long silence in which Xander had no idea what was happening.
"I'm fine." Sam said, Xander seemed to be missing something, he might be able to tell what was going on if he was able to open his eyes. Then he heard footsteps coming towards him and the person wearing steel-toe shoes or something?
"Xander can you hear me?" Sam asked concerned.
"Yeah." Xander managed to get out.
"Okay I'm going to help you sit up and then I'm going need you to swallow a pill for me. It will make it so that you can keep food and pills down, and then we'll able to give you those pain pills. Won't that be nice?" Sam sounded a bit patronizing and that probably would have bothered him, except that Sam was offering relief from the roiling of his stomach and the pounding of his head. Xander was okay being a little patronized if that meant that the pain would stop.
He felt himself being moved upwards slowly and felt his stomach churn a bit again but not as violently as it did last time. He managed to keep from throwing up again. Xander felt pills being put into his hand and managed to open his eyes to see Sam looking at him with a concerned look on his face, holding a glass in his hand. Xander felt himself being supported by the headboard of the bed, it was not terribly comfortable. Xander stared down at the small pills in his hand then put them in his mouth, he weakly took the glass from Sam and chased the pills down, then gave the glass back to Sam.
Xander closed his eyes again to beat back the nausea, he couldn't throw these pills up; if he threw the pills up then there would be no relief. He felt himself being slowly lowered back down into the soft bed. There wasn't any talking, Xander found himself grateful as it didn't ratchet up his headache. He found himself just concentrating on his breathing, just breathing slowly in and out, in and out. Consoling himself that as soon as the anti-nausea pills kicked in, he would be able to take the headache ones. He kept on telling himself that and he noticed when the nausea stopped, although he didn't really notice when the drowsiness started kicking in even as he fell asleep.
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