Will's POV

Nico hasn't been acting like himself lately. He sleeps a lot more. He's sneezing a lot. And when he's in human form, he does the same thing. I'm getting worried about him. Every time I try to talk to him, he doesn't fully pay attention. He always gives me some strange answer and then falls alseep or breaks into a coughing fit. Our conversations go something like this:

Me: Hey Nico! How are you?

Nico: *sniff* In the kitchen.. I think.

Me: What?

Nico: No, outside.

Me: What?!

Nico: *coughs* Me too.. Goodnight.

Then he goes upstairs. It's the most confusing thing in the world. And what makes me even more worried is that I've started school about a week ago. I've always been worried that I'll go home one day and he's either gone or he's in the middle of getting caught. I'm sure my parents are a little confused. The first thing I do when I get home is ask for Nico. They either tell me he's upstairs or his little cat form comes strolling up to me. Honestly, I don't know what I'd do if he's suddenly gone when I get home. Would my parents confront me about it? Would they avoid the topic? Would they just tell me he got out? I really hope I never find out. 

But, back to Nico's condition. He seems to be getting worse. My parents both go to work, so sometimes they aren't home when I get home. The way I can tell is if I find human Nico in the kitchen digging through the cabinets. I'm glad he's gotten over having to be told to do everything. It made me uncomfortable when I had to tell him when to eat and when to sleep. But ever since he began acting weird, I only find him asleep on the little rug at the foot of my bed. He really likes that rug for some reason. He even sleeps on it in cat form. I've given up on putting him in his cat bed when my parents are around. He always ends up back on the rug when I come back anyway.

When he seemed to be getting worse as the days went on, I asked my parents if I could take them to the vet. They drove us there later that night. The waiting room was tortuous. I felt like I was waiting years before they called us in for the check up and another million years as we waited for the results. It turns out he is sick. It's just a minor cold, thankfully. They gave us medicine for him and told us if he doesn't show signs of getting better by next week, then we need to bring him back. Then we went home.

The next day was Saturday. Lucky for me, both my parents still worked on Saturdays. Just not Sundays. So that left me with a sick little Neko. It was kind of like taking care of a baby. He mostly slept except for when I had to give him the medicine. It was annoying having to fight with him. And once I got him to take it, he was mad at me for a bit. Then he just went back to sleep and he was fine when he woke up again. Until we had to repeat the process. 

I was in the living room. Nico decided he was ok enough to come downstairs with me, but ended up falling asleep on the couch anyway. The way he slept alone was adorable. It was truly like a cat. He curled up, his legs and arms pulled in, and his tail wrapped as far as it could go around himself with his ears pulled back so that they blended in with his hair. He snored when he slept too. The snores were soft and barely audible unless it was completely quiet. His ears also twitched when he slept. I turned away once I realized I was staring at him. 

I was in a group chat with Lou and Cecil. It was hard to keep from laughing out loud with Cecil's stupid jokes and Lou yelling at him for it. 

Cecil: What do you call a cow with no legs?

Lou: Cecil I swear to god!

Cecil: Ground Beef!

Will: Cecil why?

Lou: I'm going to kill you.

Lou and Cecil had a strange love-hate relationship. It made sense why they called me, "Glue" sometimes. I was the "glue" that kept them together. Speak of the devil:

Cecil: Hey Glue, what are you doing today?

Will: Just taking care of Nico. I took him to the vet yesterday. He has a cold.

Lou: Aw, poor kitty!

Cecil: I didn't know cats could catch a cold.

Lou: CECIL!

I covered my mouth to muffle a laugh. Nico stirred next to me and I froze until he settled down again. 

Will: Lol Well apparently they can and he's sick. But other then that, nothing. 

Cecil: Why don't me and Louy come and help out? I definitely have nothing better to do.

Lou: Cecil, if you every call or refer to me as "Louy" again I'll skin you alive. 

I bit my lip, quickly typing an answer.

Will: Oh that's ok. I got him. It's fine.

Lou: Nonsense. It doesn't have to be about Nico. We can come just to hang out!

I sighed, typing an agreement. They said they will be here in about 20 minutes. I groaned. If hiding him from my parents wasn't hard enough, now I have to hide Nico from Lou and Cecil. I huffed, reaching over and lifting up Nico, carrying him upstairs. I could just keep him in either mine or my parents's room and tell Cecil and Lou not to go in there. 

I hurried into my room and laid the smaller boy on his rug, or at least I call it his. He uses it much more then I do. I then closed my door, locking it. I didn't notice my door had a lock on it until I needed to find ways to hide Nico. I hoped Nico won't be too concerned about why the door's locked.

I rushed back downstairs, plopping onto my couch. Now to wait for my friends and hope everything goes ok.