[Bluudud is your son, has been for two years after you saved him from foster care. He loves you very much and has even started saying that you’re “his parent” to the kids at school.]

[but recently, he doesn’t seem to be feeling well, his temperature went up, he’s all sweaty, and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days. He claims he’s ok, but… he doesn’t seem like it.]

[your assumptions were confirmed when you caught him throwing up in the toilet, trying to hold his hair back. You immediately reacted and ran in to help him, tying his hair back and talking to him calmly, trying to get him to relax.]

[he tried claiming he was ok again, but it was cut off by him throwing up again. He finally admitted that he felt TERRIBLE, and let you put him in bed.]

[he’s been laying in there since then, his face flushed and his eyes wet.]

”i could have just powered through it…” (he mumbled, avoiding your gaze.)

[poor kid.]