Time to take a ✨oneshot✨

au and lin is sick

They'd been doing this everyday now, running together. Whether Miranda liked it or not (Groff knew he didn't, that was the entire point). Jonathan had grown used to intentionally waking up early to run with him. Most days they'd meet outside the bar.

But now it'd been ten minutes outside in the morning breeze and Lin hadn't come out. The sun had just risen, peaking out above the city skyline in the distance. Jon didn't stop before to think about how cold it was; normally the act of jogging was enough to keep him warm but standing still? It had him rubbing his arms, teeth chattering slightly.

Five minutes later, Jonathan checked his watch, rolling his eyes and went back inside. Chris, as usual, was in the kitchen, reading.

Jonathan tilted his head up, "Hey." Chris looked up from his book.

"Hi. Are you not going for a run today?"

"No- I am, just," He sighed, "Have you seen Miranda?"

"Oh, I just figured he'd gone out before I woke up...."

Jonathan hung his head, "He didn't. He must still be in our room." He left the kitchen without so much as a thank you. Typical. And it's not like Jackson could say anything.

Jonathan knocked on the door, "Miranda?"

Lin groaned, calling out in a croaky voice, "Leave me alone." Jonathan's eyes widened in curiosity as he cracked the door open.

He found Lin face down, nose smushed into the pillow. He pulled his head up to let out a cough, throat cracking, sounding absolutely wretched. When his neck craned to face him, Lin let out a scowl, eyes puffy, the coloring in his face heightened.

"I said leave me alone."

Jonathan stood frozen for a second before getting the grandest idea and he let out a little smirk before continuing, "No."

Lin turned to whine into the pillow, "I hate you."

Jonathan only chuckled and said, "I'll be right back."

Miranda turned his cheek to face away from the door and suddenly he felt something rise in his stomach. His eyes widened and he shot up to the bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet and let it out, throat straining, abdomen quivering.

He felt the circles rubbed deep into his back and shoulder blades as the vomit came rushing out. Eventually his throat dried out and he coughed the remains into the toilet. Jonathan continued rubbing his back, shushing him when he groaned.

Lin leaned an elbow on the edge of the toilet, weakly shoving Jonathan away by the shoulder.

"I don't need you," he grumbled, hiding his face in his left hand.

Jonathan rolled his eyes, placing a glass of water under Lin's lips. "Drink." Lin huffed, glaring as Jon tilted the glass into his mouth. He took a long sip before Groff placed the glass on the counter, pulling him up by the forearms. "Come on," he guided him back to the bed, angling the pillows to have him sitting up the slightest bit. Lin stumbled a bit, dizzy on the way over. Jon set the cup on the bedside table and a trash can next to the bed before sliding in next to him.

Jonathan pressed the back of his hand to Lin's forehead. He had a slight fever. Jonathan took a second to consider if Lin would make him sick too. Then again, his immune system was very strong so he stayed. He cuddled up against him, hand resting high on his chest.

"Poor, little Lin," he cooed and Lin scowled, rolling his eyes. His hand slid over his right shoulder as he looked into Miranda's cold, tired eyes. "Poor, sweet, sick Lin." Lin's eyes were red, bags under them from lack of sleep. Jon brought a hand up, caressing his cheek with a thumb. "Where's your laptop?"