Morning Sickness

Something didn't feel right about today.

Shay woke up rather early to the sounds of the DVD he watched last night with Swordfish, the menu once again repeating itself for possibly the hundreth time. Exhausted, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, moving carefully so as to not wake his lover sleeping next to him. After a few moments however, he doubled over slightly, clutching his stomach in pain as he felt a wave of nausea go through him. Confused, he laid back down and rubbed his stomach gently.

'Ugh, what did I have to eat last night?' He thought, glancing around the room. 'I'm pretty sure I didn't get drunk last night either.' As he continued to try and calm his stomach he winced, another wave of nausea bothering his stomach. After laying in the bed for a while, Shay's nausea grew worse to the point that he got out of bed and dashed off to the bathroom, feeling bile rise up his throat.

Swordfish woke up a while later, groping around for his lover's warmth only to find it absent.

"Shaya~" He whined, half asleep as he blearily looked around for his lover. After a short search, he gave up and got outof the bed, heading out to use the bathroom. As he reached for the doorknob he paused, hearing whimpering and retching noises inside. Concerned and curious, he gently knocked on the door to get the attention of whoever was inside.

"Everything alright in there?" He asked tentatively. A choked sob was his reply, revealing who was inside.

"Shaya? Babe what's wrong?" Swordfish whined, worried for his husband. "I'm coming in, alright?" He said, not expecting an answer as he headed inside. Once he entered, he was shocked at the scene before him. Shay was kneeling in front of the toilet, his hair hiding his face as he vomited into it, shaking slightly.

"Shaya!" He shouted, hurring over to his lover. His worry grew as Shay slowly turned to face him. Shay had seen better days as he gazed at him with bloodshot and puffy eyes from old and newly shed tears, strands of his hair plastered to his forehead from sweat. His hair even looked worse, spread everywhere and knotted in several places.

"Jecht...what's happening to me?" He asked, his voice strained from crying.

Swordfish's heart lurched as he watched his husband move to once again empty out the contents of his stomach into the toilet bowl until he was left to dry heaving.

"I don't know, but you should come lie down. Nothing else is coming out, so come back to bed alright?" He asked, moving strands out of Shay's face. Shay nodded, standing up after a moment.

"Okay, lets get you to bed." Swordfish said, placing an arm around his husband's waist to help him walk to the room, Shay leaning heavily against him.  

As Swordfish put Shay to bed, watching over him incase his symptoms grew any worse while he slept, he wondered what could have gotten him so sick in the first place.

However, neither of them would be prepared to find out just exactly what it was a few weeks later.