Alex pov~

I clutched my blanket to my chest and blinked my eyes open. The dim light was blinding to my pupils as they adjusted to the gleam of it. I felt clammy as I pushed te blanket aside and rolled over.

I blinked the haze away from eyes, extremely confused and confused about why I was confused. I pulled my pillow towards me and hugged it, curling up around the it. I tried to figure out why I was so confused, so I looked into my memory to figure out what had happened.

I remembered going to school yesterday. Wait. I didn't go to school. I skipped school with John because...? Oh yeah. Then I went home the next day to get my school stuff. And I never went to school? I wonder why?

I stood up and my head throbbed painfully, so I sat back down and let my body get used to the upright position. I pulled the blanket around my shoulders and got up shakily, using the walls to make my way out of my room and down the hall. I stopped at the top of the stairs because I heard voices.

"What did you do?" That was George's voice.

"Martha gave it to me!" Lafayette.

"I'm not asking how you got it, I'm asking what you did to your brother." George's voice hardened on the last words and I realized that they were talking about me.

"I'll show you the bottle."

I heard some shuffling and the noise of glass hitting something.

"Sweet Jesus." George sighed. "Go up and check on him."

I panicked, and made my way carefully down the stairs, but made sure to put weight in the creaky step.

"Alex!" George noticed me. "How much of that did you hear?"

"How much of what?" I asked innocently.

"Nothing, here come eat."

"I'm not hungry." I tried to spot the thing that Lafayette had shown George earlier, but he appeared to have tucked it away already.

"Alex, you need to eat." My adoptive father insisted.

"What's wrong with me?" I asked.

He frowned a little but seemed to realize what I was asking. "You appear to have a fever."

"It doesn't feel like a fever."

« Alex, nous ne sommes pas des docteurs, on ne sait pas. » Laf interjected.

« Alors trouve un docteur, je ne sais pas. » I replied, shrugging angrily.

« T'as une mauvaise fièvre ou quelque chose! Il ne faut pas être un docteur pour remarquer ça! »

« Moi aussi, je l'ai remarqué, mais maintenant je veut savoir pourquoi je me sens comme de la merde, Lafayette! »

"Boys, if you're gonna fight, please do if in English so I can tell what's going on." George interrupted.

"Or you could learn French." I commented. "I'm sure Laf would teach you."

"Not the time Alexander."

"Alex, please eat something." Martha walked in with a bowl of soup.

I grumbled but sat down and took the soup, thanking her. Martha's soup is amazing so there was no way I was turning it down. Martha's cooking in general was great, so it was no surprise that the broth tasted good. I finished the bowl in no time and set it down on the coffee table. I leaned into the couch and curled up in a ball, still feeling terrible. I clutched my head in my hands and closed my eyes tiredly.

"Do you want some coffee?" Laf asked gently, and I nodded.

I heard his footsteps head to the kitchen and I pressed my face into my hands. I'm aware that I should be upset with Lafayette, but right now I don't care what he's done, I just want coffee and sleep. I realize those two don't go together well but I'm sure I can manage.

Laf came back with a mug filled with coffee and handed it to me. I took the beverage from him and drank half of it quickly, sighing as I set it down on the table. I felt George sit next to me.

"What time is it?" I asked him.

"8:15." George replied.

"I need to get ready for school!" I stood up, sand clutched my head, wobbling slightly.

"You're not going to school."

"What do you mean? I can't miss class! I'm already behind!"

"No you're not. Sit down."

"But–"

"You're on no state to go to school son."

"Not your son." I grumbled, sitting back down.

Laf rushes into the room with his school stuff.

"Wait, he's going?"

"He's not sick."

"But–"

"No." I sighed at the denial and George stood up again. "I'll be back, try to get some rest."

I nodded, curling up in my blanket. I stood up and made my way back to my room with the coffee cup in hand. I lay down on my bed and took another gulp of coffee, hissing at my throbbing headache. I pressed a hand to my forehead and snarled a little bit.

I guess it's my fault, resisting the full moon then taking damah. I leaned back onto the mattress and sighed. I finished the coffee and rolled over on my bed, yawning.

I closed my eyes and pulled the blanket up over my head, nuzzling into my pillow. My head hurt but I forgot about it when I fell into a dream sleep.

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