“You puked, Koen,” I say carefully, watching as his eyelashes flutter.
“Gross,” he mutters, putting his hand to his mouth. He’s still out of it, which is going to help my cause.
“Indeed. You’re going to want to get out of these clothes before you shower. Be a good boy for me and help,” I say.
Koen whines but he does as I ask.
“Don’t drown,” I lecture as he leans against me as I turn on the shower. “Quick rinse off and then you can go to bed.”
“Feel like shit,” he mumbles, giving me heart palpitations as he stumbles into the shower.
His muscles bunch and relax as he grabs the soap and begins to clean his skin. God only knows what was on the floor where I had him propped up. I allow myself to admire his gorgeous body for a moment before reminding myself that he’s sick. I close the door and hunt down some acetaminophen for his head.
I plan to have him drink some water before bed, with instructions to take some sodium bicarbonate if his stomach still bothers him. I don’t know why my mom has always sworn this makes a difference, but it’s my tried and true natural method for all stomach issues.
He can yell at me for being in his space later. He’s kind of a mess.
The sound of Koen almost falling makes me curse, and I lurch for the door and lift his body away from the wall. At least he was able to catch himself.
“You’re clean enough,” I decide at his stunned face. Turning off the water, I help him out because I don’t trust him not to fall, and then dry him off.
“Rhodes, can you bring me a glass and a spoon, please?” I call out.
“Why are you both in my apartment?” Koen asks with a sleepy yawn.
“You were drugged by the guy you were talking to at the bar. The fan,” I add.
While I don’t want to scare him, I also don’t want to lie too much either.
Koen pulls away from me to open the toilet and throw up again while I wince. Maybe next time, I’ll just lie. Fuck it.
He’s gasping and looking really green as I lean over to flush the toilet.
“Fuck, that’s like my worst nightmare,” he says.
“We saw him do it, and followed him outside,” I reassure him. “We kept him from doing anything else. Rhodes tried to keep you from drinking the fucking beer too, but it was too late.”
Koen nods as he moves with stilted movements to the sink to brush his teeth, and I watch as he gargles mouthwash too. Rhodes holds up the items I asked for from the bathroom door, while Koen’s towel is only held up on a whisper and a prayer.
“Thank you,” I tell Rhodes, taking the items from him. “Take some acetaminophen with water, Koen.”
He makes a face as I pick up the two pills that I already shook out for him.
“Open,” I growl, ignoring his adorable pout as he turns toward me and opens his mouth. “Good boy. Now swallow it.”
“Bossy,” he mumbles, taking the water from me to swallow it down.
“He always is,” Rhodes grunts, his eyes on the sodium bicarbonate. “You’re not going to like this next part, but it’ll help how wrecked your tummy is. Open up for daddy again.”
“I don’t wanna,” he complains, watching as I shake baking soda onto the spoon. “It looks gross. It’ll make me puke ag?—”
I stick the spoon into Koen’s mouth as Rhodes gently pushes his jaw closed. Our omega slightly gags as Rhodes refills the glass and I pull the spoon free.
“Drink,” Rhodes orders. “Don’t spit it out.”
Koen looks suspiciously like he wants to do exactly what he’s not supposed to, but grabs the glass instead and swallows it down.
“Bed,” I say, turning his body to march him in that direction. I hope he sleeps naked, because he drops the towel and crawls under his covers.
