Kaz's POV.

I woke up, feeling nauseous, and determined to hide it from Bree, I went downstairs only to get stopped by the beautiful girl I was proud to say was my girlfriend unless she was torturing me.

"H-hey sweetie. If I could just get past you-" I started before my stomach started rebelling and I ran into the bathroom, losing the remains of my dinner from the previous night.

As I flushed the toilet, I turned around to see Bree looking at me, crossing her arms.

"T-that's not what it looks like." I stuttered as she placed her hand on my forehead, and from that point on, I knew I was doomed.

"Of course it isn't. I want you to go lay back down, Kazzy." She told me before grabbing a bucket and handing it to me. "Here. Just in case." She told me before I went back upstairs, laying down.

Bree's POV.

Man. Now Kaz was sick? In the past week, I've had to deal with Oliver, Chase, myself, even Skylar. And she normally doesn't catch whatever the boys pick up at school. I quickly grabbed a glass of water and a thermometer before going back up to see Kaz puking again. I was quick to go over and rub his back before he finished and I handed him the glass of water.

"I hate this, Breezy." He told me as he put his head down on the pillow.

"I know you do." I sighed, putting the thermometer in his mouth and smoothing out his hair before it beeped, and I pulled it out.

"101.5. Be right back." I told him, going into the bathroom and getting one of the washcloths cold and wet before going back in there, placing it on his forehead.

"Thanks." He smiled as he closed his eyes.

"Your welcome." I whispered, before standing up, and leaving the room quietly.