Disclaimer: Impossible to happen.
Warning: Male pregnancy.
A/N: Well this is what happens when you make a Maylor child.
"Briaan!" A voice said as it woke Brian up. The glare of the sun from the window shone as he opened his eyes. "Briaaaaaan!" the voice said again, more urgent than the last one. Brian decided he should see what's up with him. He climbed out of the bed without bothering to put any clothes on.
He walked over to the bathroom and found Roger curled up beside the toilet, his hair dishevelled, dark circles under his eyes, and a pale complexion. Brian immediately crouched down by his side and wrapped his arms around his shoulder.
"Roger? What's wrong, babe?" Brian asked.
"I don't know. I've been throwing up all morning," Roger said wearily.
"Did you eat anything that set you off?"
"I don't think so."
"Anything to drink?"
"Want me to take you to the clinic?"
"Okay," Roger sobbed.
Brian helped Roger up and helped him