Fred stood in front of the toilet sink, vomiting violently as he clutched his stomach. Behind him, Gabe rubbed his back gently, worry written all over his face.
"What's wrong now?" Gabe asked softly. "I thought the morning sickness had already passed. You're supposed to be on stage in the next five minutes, and here you are throwing up again." He sighed heavily before continuing, "You already took the antidote Damien left at Alex's house, so I don't think it's the poison acting up anymore. This has to be because of the pregnancy."
"Your baby is already such a naughty little thing," he continued with a faint smile, though the concern in his eyes never faded. "Should I just tell Andrew and Damien to cancel the performance tonight? Fine, your fans might be angry at first, but they'll understand once they hear you're sick."
