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The amount of bile built up in his throat was absolutely sickening, it only made his stomach and throat burn worse, flame to fire. Acid consumed him whole, he shuddered as the toxins enveloped him, making him feel distant from his body. Wooziness soon took over and the world started to spin, what was wrong with him?
It’s not like the older man had any idea, but he was sure worried for one thing. He scooped him up carefully—noting that he was the appropriate weight for a child not a sixteen year old teenager, and gently laid him on the couch that sat flatly in his office as he rushed to get a warm wash cloth.
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Darkness consumed him, somehow, still spinning. He had a faint sense that Chris had something to do with this, and he hated it. He didn’t need Chris, he didn’t need anyone.
He awoke with a startled grunt, his boss being perched right over his bed. Though, before the man could get a word out, Noah snapped.
“No, no! I told you not to help me! I don’t need it! I’m your assistant not your son! Why do you only treat me like this?” He half sobbed, the reality of warm, wet tears sliding down his cheeks just now sinking in, his head swam in a pool of oh so slight unconsciousness—he could barley control what he was saying.
“I just want to—“ “Enough!” He interrupted with a shout, burying his face into his palms and sobbing, not willing to protest at the warm arms that had taken suit around his small figure. The soft, slow strokes of Chris’s fingers made his chest feel a little less confined and softened his breathing.
Chris gently tucked his messy, tear stained hair out of his face and laid them both down, cradling boy in his arms, losing all sense that this was supposed to be his assistant—and former competitor.
“You’re the closest thing I have to familial love, Noah. You need to eat more and take the proper medication. I just can’t lose you.” His words flooded Noah’s head, washing out the deafening static in his ears. The declaration didn’t make any sense to the man who’d said it, he just vomited it up from his heart.
“Okay, dad.”