Gilbert woke up to the sound of someone retching. He sat up groggily and noticed that his husband, Matthew, wasn't in bed.
“Birdie…? Are you ok?” he called, getting up and heading toward the bathroom. He opened the door and saw Matthew hunched over the toilet, trying to hold his shoulder-length blonde hair out of his face while he threw up.
“Matthew!” he exclaimed, rushing over to the smaller man’s side, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and holding his soft blonde hair out of the way.
When Matthew finished emptying his stomach, Gilbert got a damp washcloth and handed it to the blonde to wipe his face with. “What’s wrong, Birdie?” he asked in concern.
“Thank you, Gil…” Matthew said shakily. “I-I’m fine…”
“Mattie, you've been doing this,” he gestured to the bathroom, specifically to the toilet, “for the past week and a half. Do you need to go to the doctor?”
The blonde’s violet eyes widened slightly. “N-no, I don’t need to go to the doctor…”
The albino raised one of his eyebrows. “Are you sure, Birdie...?” The blonde nodded.
“Oui, I’m sure.” Gilbert sighed.
“Fine. But if this happens again, we’re going to see the doctor.” With that, he gently kissed Matthew’s forehead and went to get breakfast ready.