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Geoff sat at his desk in the small office that held the Achievement Hunters on this unusually quiet day; with Ryan at his desk in the warehouse, Jack out helping Burnie with something and all three lads quietly working at their computers.
He looked down at the Big Book of Let’s Plays, which was really just a notebook filled with half-drunken post-it notes, trying to decide which they should do next.
Hopefully one with little to no building.
But it didn’t seem any of those ideas were flowing.
"Hey Gav," He said, turning around to look at the lad. "Feel up to a Let’s Build tonight?"
He waited for a response from the Brit, but realized none were coming.
"Gav?" He asked again, and got up to walk over to him. "Gavin?" He said again, now standing right behind him.
He still didn’t get a response.
"God damn it, Gavin!" He reached down and shook Gavin’s shoulder, shocking him out of his trance.
"Geoffrey! Don’t do that!" He nearly squawked.
"Well, fuck Gavin. Answer me next time." Geoff swore. "You didn’t even turn."
"Sorry, I didn’t notice you were talking to me."
“I’ve been shouting at you, dude.”
"Yeah, he said your name like 10 fucking times." Ray joined in.
“Oh, I guess I’m just a bit out of it, huh?” He said, shrugging. His eyes looked tired, and he looked a bit flushed.
“I’ll fucking say.” Geoff said, reaching a hand out to cup Gavin’s forehead. “For fuck sakes, Gavin, you’re burning up.”
“Oh, really?” He said, feeling his own forehead. “Yeah, that probably figures, I really don’t feel well at all…”
"Well why the fuck did you come to work? You could have stayed home."
"I felt fine this morning." He shrugged.
“‘Might be food poisoning.” Michael added. “I’m really not feeling so great right now either.”
"Well we all ate the same pizza at lunch, and I feel fine." Ray shrugged.
“I don’t think so either.” Gavin added. “It’s not just a stomach thing.
Every bone in my body is aching, and my back feels like someone beat it with a hammer.” He said, rolling his shoulders.
"Must just be a bug going around." Geoff said, grabbing his keys off his desk. "Come on Gavin, you’re not staying here sick, that’s for sure. Last thing we need if you passing out or puking or something."
Gavin got up slowly, grabbing his things.
"I can drop you off too, Michael, if you’re not feeling well." Geoff offered.
"Nah, I need to get this down in time for tomorrow." He said, gesturing to the Rage Quit he was editing. "If I get any worse I’ll just get Lindsey to run me home."
“Alright, but if you throw up, don’t do it in here. I don’t want it smelling like vomit for the next month.”
“Got it, chief.” Michael nodded, before turning back to his screen.
"Feel better, Vav!" Ray called.
"Eh? Yeah, thanks." He mumbled, following Geoff out the door.
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They got back to the house a little while later, after having to stop on the way there to let Gavin puke on the side of the road. By this time Gavin had to lean on Geoff just to stand up right.
"Jesus, kid. What the fucks the matter with you?"
"I’unno." He mumbled, his eyes drooping.
Geoff opened the door, and they stumbled in.
Griffon heard them from the living room, walking out into the hall to greet them. “What are you two doing home so- Gavin, are you alright?” She asked, changing the question half way through.
When it was apparent Gavin wasn’t answering, Geoff filled in for him. ”He’s sick. Tried to go to work like this. Can you believe it?” He rolled his eyes.
"Oh, geeze." She said, looking at him. "Gavin?" She asked, and he looked up, trying to smile sheepishly, but it morphed into a grimace. Before they could react, he was running clumsily for the hall bathroom.
“Michael thinks food poisoning, because he’s not feeling well either, but Ray says he feels fine, so the flu maybe? Mind keeping him alive so I can go back to work?” He asked.
“Yeah, no problem, hon. He probably just needs some rest and he’ll be fine.” She smiled, already walking to the bathroom to check on him.
“Thanks, babe. See you tonight.” Geoff replied, and then heading back out the door, hoping Michael hadn’t started puking in the office.
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As soon as Gavin finished in the bathroom, and brushed away the taste of vomit, Griffon helped him into his room, and got some comfier clothes for him.
While he changed, she went and got him some medicine, as well as a large glass of water and a bucket for the side of his bed.
"Okay, try and get some rest, and you’ll be good as new in no time." She told him after he was filled with a precise combination of anti-vomit medication and painkillers.
"M’kay," he said wearily, lay down in a nest of blankets.
She hadn’t even closed the door before he was out.
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Geoff got home a couple of hours later, throwing his keys on the table by the door.
He walked into the kitchen finding Griffon in the fridge looking for something they could have for dinner.
"Hey, how is he?" Geoff asked, looking in the direction of Gavin’s bedroom.
"Sleeping." Griffon said, looking worried. "Since you left. I checked on him an hour and he was moaning in his sleep."
"Fuck." Geoff said. “He must be really bad. Michael said he was feeling terrible right before we all left, and Ray said he was starting to feel off too,” He said, as they went back to the kitchen to eat dinner, “Must be food poisoning.”
The rest of the night went as good as could be expected. Gavin slept through it all, and Geoff went to bed having decided that if he wasn’t any better in the morning then they would take him to the doctor’s.