Sick Trevor Spengler from newer Ghostbusters movies... Enjoy! ——————————————————————————————————————————-------------------

Being a ghostbuster was exhausting, especially now that all the ghosts had escaped thanks to Garraka. Sure, they had a new containment place, so they had somewhere to put all the ghosts away. All of the members of the ghostbusters were exhausted from the near constant hours.

The alarm blared loudly, signaling yet another ghost had been sighted. "Let's go," Gary yelled from the kitchen, where he was making food.

Phoebe and Callie came running from opposite parts of the firehouse, followed by a slower than normal, half asleep Trevor.

Everyone suited up and climbed into the car, as everyone turned to see Trevor was standing in his suit, not paying attention to much of anything.

"Dude!" Gary said in annoyance, feeling too worn out to bother being super nice to the young adult. "Get in the car!" He yelled, laying on the horn and startling the now pale eighteen year old.

Trevor nodded, climbing into the car, leaning his head against the window as Gary drove them out of the firehouse with a squealing sound. He flinched, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the squealing sound.

"Power, we need power," Gary grumbled towards the eighteen year old. He whipped around, causing the car to swerve wildly towards the side of the road, as he was ready to filet the teen alive, until he saw the young man looked miserable. "Trev? You okay?" He asked, watching the teen flinch and nod, with a weak swallow.

"Went a few rounds with Slimer," Trevor admitted, flinching as he pulled some of the slime from his hair, his face taking on a greenish-gray color.

"Did you swallow his ectoplasm?" Phoebe asked, no longer caring about the ghost they were chasing and caring more about her brother. She, Podcast, and Dr Ray had been studying the effects caused by ingesting ectoplasm.

Trevor looked at her, clearing his throat as he changed where he was looking with a soft groan. "Maybe... I tried to spit it all out, but he kept going through me." He said, looking a bit uncomfortable.

Gary swerved the vehicle again, making the teen swallow hard as he tried to ignore how much the crazy driving was making his stomach churn, making his whole stomach feel full of the slime.

"Sorry, I didn't realize how fast I was going." The father-like figure said, trying to slow the vehicle down a bit.

Phoebe moved out of her seat to the window beside Trevor, attempting to open it, in the hopes that the cooler air would ease her brother's discomfort. "The window won't open, and Trevor looks like he is going to puke." She said sounding a bit perturbed.

"Don't mention p..." Trevor said, bringing the back of his hand in front of his mouth. "Puking..." he finished, following a wet burping sound.

"Do not puke in the car!" Gary yelled, watching as Callie turned to look at her son in concern.

Trevor cleared his throat, offering a weak smile before covering his mouth again, as he burped again. His eyes widened in surprise, realizing his stomach was trying to come up and he had very little time before he got sick.

"Pull..." he stammered, coughing against his hand, as he tried to warn them he was about to lose his stomach contents.

"Gary, pull over or we'll have a mess." Phoebe yelled, as she put her hand on Trevor's shoulder, her face showing how grossed out she was by what was happening and about to happen.

Gary pulled over the vehicle, as Phoebe slammed the lever that opened the side door, hoping it would make things easier on her sick brother.

Trevor took one look at the open doorway, as he doubled over the edge of the opening. He coughed a few times, before gagging harshly.

Callie leaned over the seat, patting his back as she looked away to not be grossed out.

Trevor stopped gagging all too soon, as he hadn't brought anything up. He leaned back against the seat, looking too nauseous and too shaky for his own good. His hand made it back in front of his mouth, as he burped again, the flavor of Slimer's slime coating his tongue and making him gag unproductively again.

"You done?" Phoebe asked, looking at him in concern.

Trevor shrugged, coughing against his hand, as his other hand pressed flush against his stomach.

"We need to go home, he didn't puke anything up. There is too high a chance, he will puke again and likely without little warning." Phoebe explained, looking at Trevor with a thoughtful look on his face.

"What about the ghost?" Callie asked, worrying about her son and those that could be hurt by the ghost. "We could have the original team go out instead, call Ray and tell him what's going on." She told her daughter, keeping her hand on her teen son's back.

Phoebe nodded and called Dr Ray, explaining what was wrong. "They are suiting up, and will head out when we get back." She said to her family.

"Hey Trev, is it safe to drive home?" Gary asked, looking back at the sick young man, not wanting to pull away until he knew the young man wasn't going to puke in the car.

Trevor shrugged again, resting his head back against the seat, not dropping his hand from his mouth, even as swallowing hurt and made his stomach churn worse than before.

"I need a verbal response," Gary said, looking at him with a serious look in concern.

"G... go ahead..." Trevor struggled to get out, as he tried not to throw up from having to speak. "No sudden moves, please." He pleaded, as he tightened his grip on his mouth.

Gary nodded, driving back towards the firehouse at what felt like a snail pace to all of them, except Trevor who's mouth was flooding with bitter saliva, causing him to start drooling enough to be noticeable.

"Why are you drooling? That's disgusting." Phoebe said with a grossed out look, as she scooted away from her brother.

"Can't swallow, or I'll be sick." Trevor coughed out with a soft gag, when he swallowed his pooling saliva and it made his stomach threaten to come up with the cough.

"Shit, Gary! He's gonna puke again!" Phoebe yelled in concern, as she reached for the lever again.

"Hold on, Trevor. We are almost home, can you hold out?" Gary asked, throwing a look over his shoulder at the teens.

Trevor nodded, drooling more on his suit, he felt so sick but he would hold out, until they got home at the very least. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the swirling and churning in his stomach. He had never felt so sick in his life.

By the time, they made it the last few blocks to the firehouse, Trevor couldn't swallow at all without gagging. He was gripping his knees so tightly, his knuckles were white, as he was trying anything he could think of to not notice his stomach or the increase of saliva dripping onto his suit.

"Phoebe, how's he doing?" Gary asked, as he pulled the car to a stop in front of the older gentlemen of their team.

"Not good, he is looking really sick..." Phoebe said, looking anxious as she watched her normally strong brother, looking so weak and sick. She had never seen him this sick before, and she usually was able to stay calm, but seeing him like that wasn't helping anything.

"Let's get him out of the car and inside, preferably a room with a bucket or toilet." Gary said, earning a nod of agreement from Callie and Phoebe.

"What's going on with Trevor?" Dr Venkman asked, noticing how awful he looked.

"We can't talk right now, you have a ghost to catch, and we need to help Trevor." Callie said firmly, as Phoebe helped her brother out of the car and they stumbled inside together.

Phoebe led Trevor inside, helping him up the stairs, only stopping when he gagged and choked on his own breath. She rubbed his back, knowing he needed to get to somewhere he could throw up soon, or they'd have a gross mess to clean up.

She finally got him upstairs to the living room area, slid a bucket in front of him. "Let yourself throw up, its okay." She urged, watching him hang his head over the bucket as drool dripped in a steady stream from his lips.

"Mmm..." Trevor moaned, burping out of nowhere, and coughing on the flavor that washed over his tongue from the burp. "This is awful," he whimpered out, wishing he had just let himself throw up all over when they had pulled over earlier. He just wanted to throw up and get it over with, but it hurt so much and he wasn't sure exactly what was going to happen. This was way worse than any flu bug he had ever experienced, especially since he used to get the stomach flu a lot as a little kid.

"No one likes throwing up, but if you don't, that ectoplasm can hurt you. Please, try to throw up..." Phoebe pleaded, as she looked up and saw that Gary and Callie were running up the stairs to get to them. "He isn't throwing up, if he doesn't the ectoplasm could hurt him." She said, her voice sounding a bit panicked.

"Do I need to get something to help?" Callie asked, worried about what might happen to her son if he didn't get the yuck out of his system.

Trevor shook his head, knowing what she meant and not wanting anything else vile in his stomach, even if it meant it would be easier to puke. He gulped a huge amount of the bitter saliva down his throat, instantly choking on it, and leaned over the bucket with a hard retch. He didn't know what to do, as he gagged and gagged again, but nothing was happening. As a last ditch effort, he crammed his fingers into his throat, trying to desperately throw up as his fingertips grazed the opening between his throat and his esophagus.

"Oh Trevor, stop, let me get the medicine please!" Callie pleaded, not liking that her son knew how to gag himself like that.

"N..." was all he could get out, as his fingertips hit just the right spot, and he heaved over the bucket, coating the inside in a green slime-like sludge.

Phoebe's face went white as she watched her brother bring up a bunch of slime. "Keep going, Trev, get it out of your stomach." She encouraged in a soft voice, worrying about how little had actually come up. The sight of him throwing up, was making her queasy, but not in a 'gonna puke' way, in more of a 'worried' way.

Trevor looked up at his sister, tears glistening on his cheeks, as he panted through the waves of nausea. He blinked a few times in surprise, as he turned back to the bucket, hiccuped hard and projectile vomited twice back to back into the bucket. He didn't even have a chance to breathe as another wave came up, followed by an even bigger wave of slime and partially digested food.

Callie rubbed his back, worrying that he might choke on everything that was coming up. "You're doing so good," she repeated over and over again.

Trevor finally sank back against his sister, not meaning to collapse against her, as it felt like all the strength in his body had been leeched out. "Sorry," he mumbled in a raspy voice, as Phoebe started combing her fingers through his hair like their mom would for her when she was sick.

"Just rest," Phoebe said in a kind voice, looking at her mom with an anxious frown. She could tell he had a fever, and had exhausted himself throwing up, as he was already asleep with his head in her lap. "He is shivering," she said, noticing the slight tremors coursing through her brother's body.

Gary walked up with a blanket, Tylenol, and a cold bottle of water. He covered the sleeping young man with the blanket. "Once he wakes up, he needs to take the Tylenol and sip on the water." He explained, taking the bucket into the kitchen to wash it out. He returned with the bucket a moment later, sitting down beside Callie to help them keep watch over Trevor.

As the hours passed, Trevor's fever continued to blaze and he didn't wake up.

When Trevor did manage to wake up, the only one who was awake was Gary. He coughed under his breath, trying to figure out why it tasted like Slimer had died in his mouth.

"Hey, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Gary asked, sitting up and looking at the young adult in relief.

Trevor looked around in confusion, as the memories of the hours before washed over him. His stomach twinged at the memory of being so sick, then froze when the feeling wasn't going away. He sat up, but he looked at the bucket in trepidation.

"Oh bud, still feeling sick?" Gary asked, earning a nod from the sick young man. "It's okay, go ahead and puke if you need to." He said, moving to sit at the young man's side that his sister and mom weren't on.

Trevor rested his head on Gary's shoulder, almost dozing off even while feeling so sick again. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he gagged and heaved, barely getting over the bucket as he projectile vomited again, this time not having anymore slime in the mix. He pants in relief, as his stomach calms down, and he lays down against Gary's shoulder again. He was so exhausted he couldn't have stayed awake if he had a hundred ghosts attacking him right then.

Gary put the blanket over Trevor, allowing his son for all intents and purposes to sleep against him. He kept vigil over his family, as he tried to decide what to do next. By the time the older men of the ghostbusters returned, all four were sound asleep on the couch.

Dr Ray cleaned up the mess that Trevor had made, and left them to sleep hoping the young man would feel better after a good night's rest.

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Trevor woke before everyone else, as he felt sick again, but only ended up dry heaving and waking everyone up. After apologizing, his mom had decided they needed to have a family day complete with movies, resting, and good food when he could tolerate it. 

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