Suddenly bile rose up. Bel shoved himself away from his mate and out of the shower to kneel in front of the toilet.
“Bel!” Atlas cried.
He was too busy throwing up his guts to reassure his mate. Just when Bel thought that he had gotten everything out of his system, he threw up again and again.
“Mate.” A towel was placed over his shoulders as Atlas crouched beside him. “What’s going on?”
Bel tried to shake his head but that just made him dizzy, so he stopped.
“You’re scaring me, Bel,” Atlas said.
“Sorry,” Bel panted out. “I…don’t know. Sick.”
“Sick? Sick! I didn’t know that demons could even get sick!” Atlas shrieked.
They couldn’t. At least Bel had never heard of a demon getting sick. Not ever.
“I’m calling Luci!” Atlas announced and rose.
“No!” Bel shouted. “It’s fine. I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?” Atlas went back to rubbing his back.
Bel swallowed and winced. Gross. At least a quick thought with magic had his mouth refreshed. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He was still dripping wet too. Another thought had him dried and dressed.
“Really?” Atlas snorted. “If you’re sick, sweatpants would have been much more comfortable than suit pants and a button-down shirt.”
Bel looked down at himself. He hadn’t even thought of more casual attire.
“It’s fine. Let’s get you up,” Atlas told him.
Bel hated how much he needed to lean on his little mate as Atlas helped him to his feet.
“How about breakfast in bed?” Atlas asked.
Now that he was standing, Bel did an inventory on how he felt. The nausea was gone and he was starving once again. He did a quick magical change of clothes, taking his mate’s suggestion and changing into a pair of sweatpants. “I thought you said we had paperwork to do.”
“We’ll see how you feel after breakfast. Maybe some toast and oatmeal,” Atlas suggested.
All Bel heard was after breakfast. He would see if he could change that to after breakfast and another roll in bed.
* * * * *
Atlas
He sighed as Bel snuck out of bed. Again.
For the last three days, Bel had been getting up before him to sneak into the bathroom to throw up. His mate was trying to hide it from him but Atlas knew when Bel wasn’t in the big bed with him. Nothing felt right when Bel was gone.
Atlas sat up and threw his legs over the mattress. Enough was enough.
Stomping into the bathroom, Atlas threw the door open, letting it bang against the wall.
Kneeling in front of the toilet, Bel jumped.
“I’m fine,” Bel told him, turning his head for a moment then going back to vomit again.
Atlas winced. This couldn’t continue. And he wasn’t going to let Bel dismiss his concern again. He crossed the room just as Bel flushed the toilet.
