Chapter 42

                                    

                                          
Two days later...
It's been three days and Tobias still hasn't gotten any better. They did say it could last up to six days. He is totally sick of it. No pun intended. Neither of us has left the house and we just eat whatever he keeps in the kitchen. 
                          
The gang comes to visit every day, but I can tell that Tobias hates not leaving his house. I've been spending my time doing Eric's work. Well, when I'm not getting my very little amount of sleep. 
                          
It's close to two when there is a light knock on the door. I get up and set my binder aside, careful not to wake the sleeping Tobias. When I open the door, I see Zeke there with two plates of cake. "Figured if he were to eat anything it would be cake, " he laughs and I smile. 
                          
He set the plates on the counter and we sit at the counter. "You're exhausted." I shrug. "I'm fine." "I didn't say you weren't fine. I said you were tired, but you aren't fine either." I roll my eyes. He is right. It isn't healthy, but neither is Tobias. "I am fine and I can manage, " I reply, sticking a fork into the cake. 
                          
"You go get some sleep and I'll stay here, " he offers and I shake my head. "You don't need to be sick too." Zeke shakes his head. "But you don't either." "I've already been here for four days. If I haven't gotten it by now, I probably won't, " I retort, putting a bite of cake in my mouth. 
                          
I hear Tobias stir and I run back there. I can see him trying not to throw up by swallowing it, but I force him to. It will just get worse if he swallows it. I walk into the bathroom and start cleaning it out, ignoring Zeke's presence. 
                          
"Dang, she hasn't run that fast since initiation, " I hear Zeke tease. "Very funny!" I shout sarcastically. I hear Tobias laughs weakly. I peek out the door and smirk. I shake my head quickly before grabbing the bucket and placing it back next to Tobias' bed. 
                          
"You need to sleep, " Tobias says and I shake my head, sitting back down. "I got work to do, " I reply, grabbing my binder. "Fine. I'll do the work, but you need to sleep, " Zeke says and I laugh. "I doubt you could figure it out." "I would ask Shanna," he retorts. 
                          
"Tris, " Tobias says accusingly. "Four, " I retort. "Beatrice." "You wanna go there?" I ask with raised eyebrows.  "She didn't even tell the hospital your name, " Zeke laughs and I send him a glare. "Seriously?" I nod. He flashes me a quick smile. "Cute, " Zeke teases and fake barfs. "I would shut up. I've seen you and Shauna eating each other's faces. How do you think she's pregnant?"
                          
Tobias laughs louder than he has in the past few days. "Piss off, " Zeke retorts. I flash a quick smirk. "But seriously, you need sleep, " Tobias says. "I do sleep, " I argue. He raises his eyebrows. "Zeke, " he says, smirking at him. "Four, " I say suspiciously as Zeke walks over. 
                          
He throws me over his shoulder, sending my binder to the floor. "Put me down!" I yell and see Tobias start to gag. "He's gonna throw up." Zeke drops me and I hold the bucket. "Thanks, " Tobias says and I nod, running back to the bathroom. 
                          
"How do you know him that well?" Zeke asks and I shrug. "Don't you know what it looks when Shauna is about to?" He nods. "Same thing, " I reply, walking back to Tobias and picking up my binder. 
                          
"Can you eat something?" I ask and he throws his head back but smirks. "Only if you agree to sleep." "Ohhhhh," Zeke taunts and I shoot him a glare. "Deal?" Tobias asks. "You are so lucky you haven't eaten in four days." I stand up. "But I need to make sure you actually do it, " I add. "Fine." 
                          
He finishes the cake and Zeke stands by the door, smirking at us. "Damn dude. Surprised she stays here. It smells." Tobias laughs a bit. "Unless you feel like bathing him I suggest you shut up, " I retort, grabbing his plate and fork. "I surrender, " Zeke says, holding his hands up. "Mmmm hmmm, " I reply.