just learned that poor lundy apparently had noro at one point in the olympics tournament and had to be quarantined - i’m sure FOS!seth was losing his MIND back home
Hi anon, I think FOS Seth was, too! 👀
It's kind of annoying, Lundy thinks groggily. He stops thinking about it, but it's persistent, floating into his brain again. Ring ring ring.
"Shut that uppp," Oliver groans. Lundy doesn't know who he's talking to.
There's a pounding noise, like a wave hitting the sand at the beach.
"For fucks sake, Lundy." The door slams against the wall, hard.
"Matthew?" He asks, baffled. He's not sure all the syllables come out.
Oliver groans. "What are you doing here?"
"Lundy, you gotta answer your phone." Matthew sounds stressed.
"Give him a second, Matthew," another voice calls from the hallway. "And don't get too close."
Lundy props himself up on his forearms, then his butt. He blinks at the door, exhausted.
"Hey, Lundy," Matthew calls from the doorway. Lundy blinks again.
Matthew's brother is there, holding the back of Matthew's shirt. He clears his throat. "Lundy, grab your phone," he states clearly.
Clear instructions, Lundy thinks groggily. He tilts over, grappling for it on the bedside table. It's still ringing.
"Lundy, baby," his dom swears, video pixelated. "Where are the trainers?"
Lundy's head is hot. "Someone was here like, ten minutes ago? We're supposed to be resting. They're coming again."
"They're checking every hour, Seth," Matthew calls. "They've just gotta rest."
Seth takes a long breath. "Are you thirsty, baby?"
"Yeah," Lundy admits. He sniffles. "I keep throwing up.
"Oh, baby," Seth exhales miserably. "Matthew?" He calls. "Can you grab some water?"
"Yeah," Matthew mutters. "We'll run down to the caf. Come on, Brady."
"Were you sleeping?" Seth prompts him.
"Yeah." There's snot in his nose. "'s hot in here. I feel gross," he admits to his dom.
Seth takes another deep breath. "Solo shower is probably not the move for a little bit," he admits. "Do you feel like you can stand up? We can go turn the thermostat down."
Lundy makes a grunting noise. "I don't know where it is," he complains.
"I can fucking do it," Oliver groans. He gets up, fumbling with his tangled bedsheets.
"Thank you, Kapanen," Seth calls. The thermostat clicks down one, two, three. The room fan whirls into action.
"Thanks, Seth," Lundy exhales.
"You're welcome, happy to help," Oliver singsongs crankily, stumbling back to bed.
"Here, Lundy. Kapanen, one for you, too." Matthew chucks the water at them with decent aim. Lundy stares at it.
"Uncap it, Lundy, and drink," Seth orders. So he does.
"Matthew, can you get a cool towel for his neck?"
"For fucks sake," Matthew swears.
"Got it, bro," Brady pushes past him.
An icy cold towel is draped over the back of his shoulders a half minute later. Lundy shivers, but it feels amazing.
"Thanks, Tkachuk," Seth tells him. "Matthew, don't get too close."
"That's why I'm in the fucking doorway running errands," he complains.
"Good boy, Matthew," Seth says clearly. It rings from the phone speaker. Matthew flushes red.
Brady snorts. "Jones, we're going to leave them to it. Wish you were here. We'll text updates from the trainers."
"I'm tired and my stomach hurts," Lundy admits to Seth, staring down at his dom through the tiny screen.
"Plug your phone in and lie down," Seth says easily. Lundy does. It's cool in the room, now, the damp towel refreshing against his skin. The fan kicks on a second time.
"Set the phone down, baby."
Lundy does, next to his face.
"Good boy, sweetheart. I want you to take a deep breath, and on the exhale, feel every muscle in your toes."
"And both your feet. Good boy, Lundy."
"Now, your calves. Good, Lundy."
When Lundy wakes up, a little floaty and in considerably less pain, his dom is still on the line.
