Kris�s POV
We�ve finally managed to get dressed, it was rather hard (no pun intended) thanks to Darren, not that I�m complaining mind you, I love his libido, but my growling stomach was reminding me that I hadn�t eaten� food anyhow, since yesterday. Now we�re standing in the kitchen, he�s frying hamburger at the stove while I chop tomatoes, we�re having spaghetti, a favorite of his. The water is boiling on the stove and he�s added the noodles. I turned on my music, just some radio tunes, but we�re both bobbing around the kitchen as we prepare the food, and for the second time today, I�m struck by how perfect my life is.
The Next day (January 22)
Darren�s POV
I wake up feeling groggy, after dinner last night, Kris and I sat down in front of the still-burning fireplace and put in the movie Dogma. We watched it while cuddling, and ended up staying up until eleven, watching movies, and then Kris fell asleep on my chest. I lifted him and carried him into his room, he�s surprisingly light, and lay him on the bed. He looked so peaceful, and so perfect, that I couldn�t stand to wake him up to make him get undressed. I ended up just laying down next to him and falling asleep, curled up next to him. Now when I wake up, I sit up, and rub my eyes, trying to clear my blurry vision. When I turn to see if Kris is awake, I realize with a start that he�s not in bed. I look around the room, as if he might be hiding in a corner or something, then think, maybe he�s in the bathroom. I climb out of bed and make the short trip to the bathroom. I was right, the dark oak door is closed, signaling the fact he�s in there. I raise my arm, about to knock, when I realize he�s not urinating in there. My arm falls limp at my side. He�he�s retching. I stand outside the door, surprised. Kris never gets sick, in all the time I�ve known him, I�ve only seen him with the flu a few times, and he seemed fine last night�.the retching goes on for a while, nearly four or five minutes, then it stops and I hear the toilet flush, bang shut, and the sink begins to run. Then the bathroom door opens, Kris steps out with his tooth brush in hand, and he�s wiping the corner of his mouth with a piece of tissue. He looks surprised to see me. �Are you okay?� I ask, worried. I don�t want him to get sick�He gives me a heart-melting smile. �I�m fine. I think that spaghetti we made last night just disagreed with my stomach.� I look at him for a moment, unsure, we�ve been making spaghetti the same way for years, and he�s never gotten sick because of it before. He steps back into the bathroom, still brushing his teeth. I step in behind him, and glance at the shower, thinking about taking one, I decide not to, having took one yesterday. I look over at Kris, who�s bent over the sink, washing out his mouth. I place my hand on his back, needing to touch him. �Are you sure you�re okay?� He looks up at me, a droplet of water caught on his lower lip. �I look okay, don�t I?� He does, you would never suspect he had just spent nearly five minutes bent over the toilet. �You look great.� I agree, but I�m still a little worried, he doesn�t have the flu, otherwise he would look a lot worse for the wear. He smiles sunnily at me and dries off his mouth. �I�m starving, what do we have for breakfast?�
January 28
Oh God. No. Not again! I jump out of bed and pump my legs to get myself to the bathroom. I�ve been vomiting everyday since Darren came over on the 21st. I don�t know what it is. I wake up every morning, have enough time to yawn, and then make a mad dash for the bathroom. It�s horrible, I�m thinking of moving into the bathroom from now on. And, of course, this morning was no different from all the others. Currently I�m holding onto the cool porcelain of the toilet and losing the cheeseburger I ate last night. The only thing that might be worse than the vomiting is the horrid need to urinate constantly. It was awful during the game two nights ago. I was supposed to be on the ice for most of the game, but every five minutes I had to excuse myself to use the bathroom. Finally, at the end of the first period, a very bewildered Dave Lewis asked if I needed to be take out of the game. And I, blushing furiously, managed to stammer that I should be taken out until the third period, I wasn�t feeling too well. He readily agreed and I spent the entire second period of the game in the locker room, peeing what seemed like every two minutes, and probably was. After the game, the guys joked about it. �Kris, what, did you drink three galleons of Kool-Aid before the game?� Kirk asked, poking me in the ribs. I stuck my tongue out at him and nodded. �Yup, grape flavored.� Even Manny and Cujo were making wisecracks. �Did your bladder shrink to the size of a nickel or something?� Cujo asked as he put his helmet away. Manny was grinning. �You were worse than those Besty-wetsy dolls my daughter is always begging for.� Everyone laughed, except me, because it wasn�t funny. Then, Darren approached me after the game, looking concerned, and taking my arm. �Kris, are you okay?� I looked at him, and for some reason, the love and concern in his face made me want to cry. I wanted to break down in tears and say �No, I�m not okay, I�ve been vomiting every morning for the past four days and then I eat like there�s no tomorrow, and to add to that I have to pee every thirty seconds�.� But I didn�t say that. I just smiled up at him. �I�m fine Darren, I just drank way too much water before the game is all. I should have known better.� I laugh softly and hit myself in the forehead with my palm. �I never think things through.� He smiled, but the smile didn�t quite reach his eyes. �If you say so.� And again the look of caring and worry and love makes me want to cry. I kissed him and buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the sent of his leather jacket. He said he had to go, but he would call me. I let him go, and came home to my empty house. The minute I got home, I had to pee again. I�m beginning to wonder if I should call the doctor.
January 31st
Kris�s POV
It�s just gotten worse�I have to pee constantly, I�m still vomiting, and now I�m eating twice as much as ever, and, I�m more and more emotional. The other day, I found myself crying while looking at pictures of the team back in 1997, when we first won the Stanley cup. I began to cry even harder when I remembered that Stevie had gone into a room in the back of the Joe and just cried his heart out until three in the morning back in 1993. Then, I remembered how bad I had felt, like I had let him down. It was weird. The tears just wouldn�t stop, then, the Drew Carey show came on, and I began laughing like there was no tomorrow. Darren noticed I was acting differently this morning. I managed to vomit without him noticing, climbing back into bed before he woke up, but then when I had to excuse myself to use the bathroom five times during breakfast, and when I ate four pancakes�he noticed. �Kris�are you sure you�re okay?� He asked as I scarfed down my huge third pancake. I swallowed and looked at him. �I�m fine�� He just nodded and picked at his food. After breakfast, he kissed me briefly and told me he had to go home to baby-sit Griff while his wife went to the mall with Emerson. I nodded, letting him go, and sat down. I know there�s something wrong with me. I�ve never, ever had this problem, I usually eat less than most of the guys on the team, but now I find myself eating as much as Darren and Kirk put together, and Kirk�I hate to say it, but I haven�t been able to find myself wanting to do anything with him. He and Darren wanted to�well you can guess, a few nights ago, and I couldn�t bring myself to touch him. I love Kirk, almost as much as I love Darren, and I�m certainly attracted to him, he of course loves Darren, but that fact doesn�t mean so much to me� anyhow, when they asked, I made up some lame excuse and let them go on without me. I love Kirk, but I just can�t see myself touching him in any way other than a friendly hug or pat on the back. And Dave has taken me out of the game tonight, mostly because last night�s game went rather badly when I nearly wet myself on the ice during a powerplay, we won, by one goal, in the last five seconds of the game. I let him take me out of the game, claiming I just needed a small rest. I�m going to make a doctor appointment soon, I�m becoming worried.
February 3rd
Darren�s POV
I don�t know what�s up with Kris. Today I went over and he was sitting on the couch and watching Lilo and Stitch, I love that movie, it usually makes us laugh like there�s no tomorrow, but when I came in, it was at the part where Lilo is taken by the huge captain alien, and Nana starts crying, I was happy to be with Kris again, but as I approached him from behind, I realized he was crying, hard. �Kris? I asked. He straightened up and wiped at his eyes. I was shocked. Kris hadn�t cried since Keith was born, and these tears were unexpected. �Are you okay Love?� I asked, truly concerned. He nodded his head. �I�m fine Dare, I just, er, got something in my eyes.� It was a bad lie, but I let it slide, I sat down next to him and wrapped my arm around him, and kissed him on the forehead. �Just as long as you�re happy.� And to my bewilderment, he began to cry again. I was so surprised, and even more confused, I couldn�t understand why he was crying, had I done something wrong? Fuck, this is just as bad as having a adolescent girlfriend, I mean�Kris has never been so emotional� It reminds me of dating when I was a teen. �Kris? Did I do something wrong?� He shakes his head. �No.� I�m so confused. He stands up and heads towards his bedroom. �I�m going to take a shower.� I watch him go. What the fuck is going on here?
And again....... to be continued........
