Wishbones

Finn's eyes snapped opened, his brain not even funny aware before his feet hit the floor of the room. With one hand he pressed into his stomach, and with the other he guided himself into the bathroom. "Stupid f*cking dark house." The boy glanced into the living room, eyeing Kelton who was trying to sit and help Leon read a book.
"And your wasting your da*mn time. The funny f*cker cant read." He felt the need to be hateful today, more than usual even. Slipping into the bathroom he made himself comfortable beside the toilet, his stomach churning painfully as he moved.
This was going to be a f*cking horrible day.

Morgue was only half awake as he felt his lover leave their bed. But as he heard Finn's footsteps make their way through the home, followed by the boy insulting his mother and brother, he knew he had to get up. Leaving Finn alone with his family when he was in one of his moods was never a good idea.
He made his way to the bathroom, leaning against the doorway as he watched Finn.
"Not feeling well, still?" He questioned. Finn had not been feeling good the past few days and Morgue had his suspicions, though he'd said nothing so far.

"Oh no, I feel great f*ck face! Thats why im here, pure f*cking pleasure." Finn scowled sourly at his lover, resting his face against the bowl of the toilet. "Go the hell back to bed." He didn't need anyone to baby sit him.

"If I go to bed, you'll end up killing my entire family." Morgue shook his head, moving to rest a hand on Finn's back, stroking it gently.

"Just your piss faced father." Finn's eyes steadied on the reflection of his lover in the mirror. "I'd just f*cking tell everyone else how f*cking stupid they are." He had never been pleasant in the mornings.

"You know, your cursing is adorable sometimes." Morgue snickered softly, watching his lover, slightly worried. He had an idea about what might be wrong with Finn lately.
Maybe he would give Trever a call later.

"Don't f*cking say dumb sh*t like that Marilyn! And stop giving me that ugly ass look." He adored how creepy his lover was, being drawn to the man in the first place because of it. Still though Morgue could never know that, Finn would not be able to live it down. "Hell...F*cking feed me sh*thead!" His stomach churned once more. "Never f*cking mind." The boy huffed to himself, the thought of food leaving him nauseous.

"Don't want to eat?" Morgue hummed softly, deciding to ignore the boy's first words as he pulled out his cellphone, waiting to dial Trever.

"No I f*cking don't. Im going to bed." Finn stood, trudging his way back to the bed room. He was surprisingly quiet on his trip, his face contorted with discomfort.

Morgue frowned as he left, deciding finally to call Trever, his third speed dial. He held the phone to his ear and waited.

Trever's eyes flickered up to his stable, his phone vibrating on the metal table it rested upon. With one last fleeting look to the poor tormented soul on his work table, he made a grab for his phone. His hands bloodied and slick, he almost dropped it a time or two, but finally he managed to press it to his ear, answering.
"Yeah?" It was gruff, he was busy. But he could never not answer for Morgue.

"Hey Trever." Morgue nodded. "Do you have time for me to bring Finn over sometime today? I think he might be... um, there might be something wrong with him. I want you to check him out, okay?"

Trever paused as his listened, a small smile falling into place. He had been friends with Morgue for far to long. If something was truly wrong with Finn, the man would be in shambles. But this was something else.
"Drop by anytime." He didn't figure it would take long for him to see the boy.

"Like would now be okay?" Morgue hummed, already heading back to the bedroom to find Finn.

"Sure." Trever would be done with his betch by the time they were able to get there. He was not worried about it anyways, Finn and Morgue could take it.
Fin had curled himself into a tight ball, already fast asleep to fight off his stomach pains.

"Thank you." With that, Morgue hung up the phone, approaching Finn on the bed. "Finn, sweetheart..." He called gently.

The boy's eye lids fluttered, blue eyes lost on Morgue as Finn stirred. "I don't feel good Jeremy." Still in the throws of sleep, he could not manage anger. He was having an innocent relapse as he sometimes did, everything about him softer.

"I know, darling. But Trever needs me to come over there. Will you come over there with me? You can sleep over there, I promise." Yes, he was lying. But he knew Finn would never come along with him if he knew the truth

"No." Finn turned onto his side, pulling the blankets over his head. "Im sleeping." No cursing yet, the boy was placid.
This would not last long.

"Please, darling? I'll even carry you over there. You don't have to move at all." Morgue pleaded lightly, hoping Finn would not fight with him.

"I don't f*cking want to be carried Marilyn! I want you to leave me the hell alone!" He snapped at his lover hatefully, his stomach radiating pain as Finn turned to look back at Morgue. "Go by your damn self. Your a big boy jackass!"

Morgue sighed.
"Please, Finn?" He tried once more. "I just want you with me, okay? It'll only be a few minutes at most."

Finn stood with a start, throwing his comforter over at Morgue as if to hurt him.  "Your f*cking an ass."  The boy's feet struck the floor with a thunder, his small body quickly disappearing from the room.  He was ill, and Jeremy was testing him by keeping him up in this state.  "Im going to spend the rest of my damn life in jail because imma curb stomp you mother f*cker."  He could be heard throughout the home as he left.

Morgue let out a soft snicker although he was concerned for his lover's well being, following Finn outside and over to Trever's where he barged in, like normal.
"Trever!" He called, taking a hold of Finn's hand.

Finn yanked his hand away as though he had been burned, his eyes striking as he glared his lover down. He needed to sit down, his stomach refused to settle. "I'll f*cking pluck your eye balls outta your head."