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He's fine. Or rather, he wants to be fine, and he's hoping that by constantly saying that he's fine, that it'll end up becoming true, so that Mike and Tré will stop fussing over him so fucking much.
But he knows that that's just not going to happen. Especially as both Mike and Tré can clearly see that he's not okay, and have already told him as much.
Because he is very obviously not fine….
Not when he's been throwing up a lot, despite no longer having anything to actually throw up anymore. It feels very much as though he's thrown up the entire contents of his stomach now, and yet, he still feels nauseous, and needs to throw up.
He feels like utter fucking shit right now….
“You okay?” Mike asks, making his way over to him, helping him up off the floor, flushing the toilet for him and helping to clean him up.
“I'm fine.” Billie mumbles, leaning into Mike.
It's an obvious lie, and Billie knows very well that Mike doesn't believe a word of it. Because clearly, he is not fine at all.
Or well, actually he feels fine enough right now to the point he doesn't need to throw up again. For the next half hour if he's lucky….
Mike sighs, rubbing a hand around his back. “Come on.” He says, leading him back into the bedroom, where Tré has just finished putting fresh clean sheets on the bed. “Let's get you back to bed.”