Like a Brother (Luca Fanfiction)

There was a Reason?

Alberto groaned softly, as he began to gain consciousness. It took his vision a moment to finally return.

"Ugh... What happened?" Alberto asked, rubbing his head.

He tried to get up, but he was stopped by Massimo.

"No, Alberto, please rest." He replied.

Alberto shrugged, then layed his head back on the couch.

"You need to rest, my boy." He closed his eyes, as he waited for his head to stop aching.

Luca came into the room.

"Is he awake?" Luca asked, concerned.

"Yes. He's going to be fine." Massimo said, looking over to Alberto.

"Oh, I'm glad. I was worried." Luca replied.

"S-Still didn't answer my question... what happened?" Alberto asked, wincing in pain.

"You were at the tower! And you were coughing up blood!" Luca replied.

Alberto widened his eyes in shock.

"What?" Alberto asked, almost faint enough nobody heard him.

Giulia placed a pillow under Alberto's head, so he could lay up a little.

"What happened? Did you get hit in the stomach?" Giulia asked.

Alberto took a shaky breath.

"No! Of course not!" Alberto replied.

Massimo lifted an eyebrow.

"Did you lose a tooth?" Massimo asked.

"Uhh..." Alberto replied, thinking.

Alberto felt around his mouth, checking if he lost any teeth.

"No." Alberto replied.

"Then what happened?" Giulia asked, more puzzled than concerned.

"I don't remember... last thing I know, I'm asleep in the treehouse, next, I wake up in the tower with a really bad stomachache." Alberto replied, rubbing his hurting stomach.

"Well, your stomach kept making weird noises while you were knocked out." Luca said.

"Probably something you ate?" Giulia asked.

"N-No... Alberto stuttered.

He slowly lifted his head up to see the other's.

"No, I-I don't think... it's... o-oh gosh..." Alberto stuttered.

Alberto covered his mouth with his hand, as he began to turn pale.

"There's no reason to be alarmed. You're safe here." Luca said.

"I'm not f-f-f..." Alberto began to choke.

Alberto slammed his hand over his mouth, and dashed out of the room.
He ran to the bathroom, slammed the door behind him.

"Alberto?!" Everyone cried out, confused.

Alberto rushed over to the toilet, and began dry heaving into the toilet, holding onto the sides of the toilet.
After a few gags, Alberto began vomiting into the toilet, retching quite loudly.

He didn't lock the door, so anyone could walk in, but everyone knew he was being sick, so they left him alone so he could get it all out in peace.

Alberto kept his face hovering over the toilet after each heave of vomiting.

Alberto's dry heaves continued on like that, until finally there was nothing left to throw up.
Alberto wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

His stomach was seemingly calming down, but only slightly.
He groaned, as he rubbed his throbbing head.