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Allie walked into the bar looking amazing if she did say so herself wearing an ankle length long sleeve black dress with a plunging neckline and some brown leather boots looking around until she saw the table of Hawks there, making her roll her eyes and huff, muttering to herself that at least they were easy to find. She walked over to the table and smacked Garrett on the arm as he was laughing about something or other she didn't care about.
"You're it." She said.
Dean, Tucker and Logan all looked at each other, Logan tensing up like he was about to sprint off at a moment's notice.
Garrett looked up at her coolly and raised an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to chase someone around and start smacking them?" He asked, before reaching over and taking advantage of Logan's distraction to whack him on the arm, like he was just going along with Allie no matter what.
It was...kind of adorable.
Not that she'd tell any of them that.
"No, brain trust." She said, shifting on her feet. Her boots were killer, but they were killing her feet. "Hannah texted me this morning while you were at that super early practice saying she was sick and asking me to take her to the Urgent Care. I managed to get her out of bed and somewhat dressed, but there's no way I can..."
Garrett stood up, forcing Allie to have to take a step back. He wore brown pants, a Bob Marley t-shirt and a brown leather jacket in some attempt at monochromatic and looked frustratingly like he stepped off the pages of GQ.
"Why didn't you lead with that?" He asked. "Where is she?"
"She's outside on the curb." Allie said. "I was afraid she'd hurl..." He walked off without letting her finish. "You're welcome." She looked over at Dean and mock pouted at him. He was wearing blue pants with black stripes and a blue button up that was half unbuttoned. "Oh my God, did I miss the monochromatic message?" She asked.
"I mean, you're kind of doing that." Tucker pointed out, making a face at her.
"Shut up, I make this shit look good." She said. She looked back at Dean. "You owe me a drink."
"I do?" Dean asked, grinning.
"Yes, because I've just spent the last two hours with my best friend who is sick as a dog and that means I'm probably going to be sick as a dog at some point, too." Allie said.
"Which I will absolutely take care of you if that happens." Dean promised.
"Uh, thank you..." Allie smiled.
"That is unless he has practice." Logan pointed out.
Allie shot him a look. "This is why you're single." She said.
"It is." Dean slid out of the chair he was sitting at, smirking at his teammate as he wrapped his arm around Allie's waist, kissing her temple. "Come on, let me buy you that drink, but for the record, if there are any germs inside of you at the present, you're going to have to drink a lot of it to kill anything."
Allie walked off with him to the bar. "That's ok, I'm committed." She joked.
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Garrett burst out the door of the bar and looked around wildly until he saw the sad lump of his girlfriend wearing one of his BU hoodies (which he'd gotten multiple of just for this specific reason) and a pair of cut off jeans (probably Allie's influence) along with some slippers in the shape of the toucan logo of her favorite cereal stuffed on her feet.
It was a look.
She looked adorable.
"Baby." Garrett bent down beside her, putting a hand to her back, rubbing gently.
Hannah looked up from where she'd had her face pressed against her knees and squinted up at him. She looked awful. She was pale and green at the same time and her eyes were full of unshed tears.
"I threw up." She said miserably, holding up a sick bag that looked worryingly full.
"Oh honey, it's ok." Garrett grabbed it and got up and tossed it in a nearby trash can.
"You just grabbed a bag of my puke." Hannah said, when he walked back over to her.
"You think this is the first time I've dealt with puke?" Garrett raised an eyebrow and slid one of his arms under her knees and the other behind her back. "Going up." He picked her up and stood up carefully as she sank against his chest, burying her face in his shirt. He felt how warm she was through the material of it and winced.
"I don't want to know." She mumbled.
He laughed and kissed her warm forehead. "Yeah...probably not." He agreed.
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The trip to the Urgent Care was...interesting. Sadly, Garrett couldn't charm the lady at the desk that much and they wound up having to wait a disgusting amount of time (in which Hannah had to go to the bathroom three times to throw up and Garrett couldn't follow her without coming off like a massive creep so all he could do was sit there and feel terrible for his poor girlfriend) before they got to see a doctor.
Only to be told that she had a 'bug that's been going around' and that it 'should be gone in a few days' and to 'just stay hydrated and try to eat some light foods' until she 'felt better'.
Garrett wanted to scream.
But he didn't.
He considered that growth.
That or the conscious fact that he didn't want to be anything like his dad still and that sounded like something he would've done.
Instead he picked Hannah up and walked out with her. She fell asleep in the passenger side of his Jeep so he took the moment to drive to a nearby CVS where he stocked up on Gatorade, tissues, some sick bags, mints and a few cans of vegetable and chicken broth.
He was not going to let Tucker know about this.
Then he took her to the Hawks House where he tucked her into the bed in his room and let her nap while he puttered around quietly, hoping she could sleep most of the illness off.
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Dean stood in the kitchen a few days later chugging a bottle of water, bare from the waist up. He'd just worked out for the last few hours, practically killing himself, and had a shower and now he felt dehydrated as hell...not to mention starving.
He was just about to raid the fridge for leftovers that had the unfortunate distinction of not having a name written on top when Tucker's voice stopped him.
"Dean!" He called from the other room.
Curious, Dean walked out of the kitchen and to the living room. He saw Tucker standing at the front door, which was wide open, with a strange look on his face. Looking past his teammate, he saw Allie standing there. She had on a light lavender sweater and the holiest jeans Dean had ever seen. They were more hole than fabric.
She looked over at him and pouted. "I'm sick now." She said.
"Aww...Alliecat." He said, taking a step toward her.
Before he could get too far though, she bent over and proceeded to throw up all over Tucker's feet.