“I offered to go in his place. He never asked me.” Urielle corrected, sighing softly when Nathaniel refused to eat the food. “Nath. I know it’s hard for you to trust anyone, especially after what happened to you as a child. But do your honestly thing Valderian would ever let anything happen to you? Do you think he’d take that risk? Do you think me and Jarvis would?” He gave him a pointed look before finding some bagels and putting them in the toaster, glancing over his shoulder when he heard Jarvis come in.
one on one?
Nathaniel huffed again and looked away, his arms crossed. "I already said that I don't care about his intentions. I'm an adult and I should be able to make my own decisions. If I don't want to go to a doctor, he shouldn't go over my head to talk to one, especially when I've already expressly told him over and over that I'm not okay with it."
Urielle smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Jarvis’ cheek when he hugged him. “You try for a bit. He’s not eating with me or Valderian.”
“Is that so?” Jarvis glanced over at Nathaniel and laughed softly.
Urielle nodded before heading off to find V. Jarvis crosses his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter. “If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be mad at him right now.”
"I care about the situation, his intentions aside. I'm saying that his actual intent doesn't matter to me right now because he still went against my will to do something I told him I didn't want him to do." Nathaniel replied.
“Wouldn’t you do the same if you knew it would help him? You know everything he does is for you’re good, right? Even when you were kids, he cared solely for you, putting aside his own worries despite norm know where you were for a period of time. Not being able to care for you now hurts him more than what he’s willing Ron let show. I’m not saying you shouldn’t be mad at him. He didn’t listen when it said no to a doctor. But I wouldn’t be so mad at him either.” He shoved off of the counter and handed him the plate with the bagels. “Eat. I don’t care what but you are eating.”
"I don't want to eat, Jarvis." Nathaniel pushed the plate away from himself and crossed his arms over his stomach. "And… I'll probably still be pissed off for a while. He still didn't listen to me and he knows how I feel about doctors, and went against me directly telling him that I didn't want anything to do with her. I just… I wish he would listen to me. I'm gonna be fine without the doctor's help. It's just a stupid stomach bug and I'm fine…"
Jarvis set the plate aside and tilted his head at Nathaniel. “You wouldn’t listen either if there was something you’d could do to help the one you love.” He found the pills Urielle had brought and poured a glass of water beforehand handing it off to Nathaniel. “These work better when you eat something.” He leaned back against the couch and took a deep breath. “You both are as stubborn as ever. You know that right?”
"I know I am, and I stand by it." Nathaniel pushed the glass away as well and headed over to curl up on the couch, still hugging his stomach. "How do I know the doctor isn't trying to poison me or something?"
Jarvis rilled his eyes and followed Nathaniel to living room. “I doubt my sister would do that to the son of the angel I’m about To marry.” He said with a small smile. “Despite you both being stubborn, I think you’re want to get better overall overrides that.”
Nathaniel huffed a bit and curled up tighter, quivering a bit where he was laying. "I-I'll get better just fine on my own… I don't… I d-don't need… her help…" He started breathing a bit heavier and closed his eyes, a feverish flush deepening on his cheeks.
“Alright, if you want to keep taking the other pills that’s fine. These will be here if you want them.” He said, setting them down on the table. Urielle came back a few moments later. He shook his head when Jarvis looked around for V. “You two are both ridiculous
Nathaniel whined shakily, curled up into a tight ball at this point. His nausea had mingled itself with intense pain, and considering he was also feverish and starving and dehydrated, he felt absolutely awful. He wanted to drink something, but he was both too in pain to grab any and too stubborn to admit he needed it.
Urielle knelt beside Nathaniel and brushed his hair back. “Nath, you need to eat something. These stomach pains are going to get worse. And then we’re going going to have to take you to a doctor, whether you like it or not.” Urielle said, offering the pills again and the water.
Nathaniel reluctantly accepted the pills and water from Urielle and swallowed them, still trembling where he lay. "I'm f-fine… I'm sure it'll pass soon and I'll be fine and I won't have to go see the doctor…"
“Let’s hope not. Now eat.” He nudged the bagel towards him. “There’s rice and dumplings as well if you decide you want more.” He said, standing up and watching him for a moment before going’s off to get V
Nathaniel pushed the food away again, still unwilling to eat it. He curled back into a tight ball,his eyes stinging with pained tears.
Urielle found V in the bedroom, curled up in bed now fast asleep, his wings spread behind him, the same way he looked when he had fallen. Urielle took a deep breath, not wanting to think about that now. He walked over and gently rested a hand on Vs shoulder, waking him up almost immediately. “How should he doing?” He asked softly, voice barely a whisper
“He’s a stubborn thing, what do you expect?”
V sat up and laughed sadly “he’s still mad, huh?”
Urielle nodded “yes, though you’re not the only one Ron blame. I should have asked him ignored it was alright to talk to Jewel. It might’ve eased his nerves.”
V nodded and offered a small smile “Well make it up to him soo , once he gets better. He still won’t eat?”
“No. Well see if Jarvis can convince him.”
Jarvis glared down at the angel and sighed deeply. “You say you’re an adult, yet at this moment, you’re acting very childish. Nath, please at least eat the bagel if anything. You’re only going to hurt more if you don’t eat.”
Nathaniel glared right back, exhaling shakily as he hugged his stomach. "I-I don't… wanna eat…" He replied in a strained voice, wincing a bit as he did so. "It'll m-make me throw up, and… and I don't wanna throw up the meds… ah…!" He coughed a bit and whined louder, writhing in discomfort on the couch.
“So you’d rather starve?” Jarvis arched an eyebrow and knelt beside him. “The Moreno you throw up, the less nutrients your body has, the more pain you’re in. If you eat, yes you might throw up a few times but it’ll strengthen your body so that it has a chance to fight whatever this is.” He nudged the plate towards him. “Just the bagel. That’s all I ask. Then I leave you alone until tomorrow.”
Nathaniel whined again, breathing heavily as he looked up at Jarvis. "B-But if I throw up the pain meds, then… then it won't stop hurting…" He whispered weakly, still hugging his stomach and trembling where he lay on the couch.
“It’s alright. And we can give you another pill if that happens. Just eat a bit, take as much time as you need, just eat.” He said with a small encouraging smile
Nathaniel whimpered a bit and hesitated before reluctantly taking the bagel from Jarvis. He took a bite of it, already feeling sick from it. His body really didn't want to let him swallow anything.
“It’s alright, just relax. Stop trying to fight it. If you want to throw up, it’s alright. You don’t have to fight everything, there are people here that love you and want you safe.” He said softly, glancing behind him, seeing urielle or V had emerged from the bedroom
Nathaniel tried to eat some more of the bagel, but was soon bent over the trash can, throwing everything back up again. "I can't… I c-can't do it…" He whispered weakly.
Jarvis sighed softly and rubbed Nathaniel’s back. “It’s alright, you did well today. Can you drink a bit more water? We can try soup or something tomorrow. Alright?” He said, brow creased in concern
Nathaniel whimpered again and reluctantly drank more water, his eyes stinging with tears. He didn't get sick often, but it was always awful when he did.
Jarvis settled in the floor beside him and continued to rub his back. “Want me to get V?” He asked softly, having heard voices from the bedroom. “Or do you want to go over there?”
"Don't wanna move…" Nathaniel mumbled weakly in reply. "H-Hurts…" He curled in on himself a bit more, his breathing heavy and labored.
Jarvis was about to scoop him up when he felt Urielle’s hand touched his shoulder, causing him to turn. Jarvis took a step back as V came up besides him. He knelt beside Nathaniel but stayed quiet until the two older angels retired to the bedroom.
Nathaniel whimpered softly and closed his eyes, quivering where he lay and not acknowledging V for the moment. He was in a whirl of emotions and he was absolutely miserable, and he wasn't in a place where he could handle that.