Happy Ending (MattxMello)

19. Sick

Mello
Matt got a cold after spending an hour outside, shirtless, doing God-knows-what. After scolding him for ten minutes about what an idiot he is, I softened up a bit and tucked him into bed.
"Meeeellllsss... Stay with me?" I roll my eyes and sit beside him on the bed, taking his hand.
"God, you're warm." I place the back of my hand on his forehead and sure enough, he's running a fever. I sigh and walk over to the bathroom, running some cold water over a face cloth and placing it on his forehead.
"I'm going to the store to get you some medicine, I'll be back in a half hour, okay?" He's half asleep but he whines in protest, grabbing on to my arm weakly.
"Noooo... Mells, what if I die while you're gone? I'm going to die of this sooner or later, it's inevitable. I feel it coming, I'm going to die of a cold!"
"Calm down, you idiot. One, I'll be gone for a half hour at most and two, you are not going to die of a cold. Just take a nap and I'll be back before you know it." I smile at him and move his hair out of his face.
"But, Mells..."
"No, no buts. I'll see you when I get back." I kiss him on the forehead quickly and practically sprint to the door before he can object again.

Matt
I feel like shit. I can't breathe and I'm cold. When Mello gets back, he's got a brown paper bag filled with a medication for everything.
"Jesus, Mells. I was only joking, I swear, I'm not dying." He just laughs and continues pulling various medicines out of his bag.
"I know, I got these just in case..." In case of what? The zombie apocalypse? Before I can ask though, he's forcing various pills and syrups into my mouth. Cough syrup, pain reliever, at least three types of vitamin capsules and things I can't even name. He then forces me to take my shirt off and starts rubbing something all over my chest. When he gets up to leave, I grab onto his arm again.
"Mells, don't leave. I don't think I can take it." He just looks at me.
"Don't be so melodramatic, I'm just going to run you a bath." Despite how shitty I feel, I still manage a smirk.
"Oh? And will you be joining me?" I wink at him but it's kinda ruined when I start coughing. He laughs and pats my hand.
"I'll be there to make sure you don't fall asleep and accidentally drown yourself or something."
"Haha, very funny Mells."
"Just take a nap, I'll wake you when your bath is ready dumbass." He chuckles and walks toward the door.
"Aw, you're so sweet Mells. Love you." I say, only half-sarcastic.
"Yeah, yeah. Now go to sleep already."

Mello
When I go to wake him, he's barely responsive. In a sickly and drug induced daze, I have to drag him toward the bathroom and strip him because he clearly can't do it himself. Maybe I overdid it on the medication just a little...
It's almost as if he's drunk, like, completely hammered.
"You should join me, we can make this sexy." I have to stop myself from laughing.
"There is absolutely nothing sexy about this Matt. Now, just sit still." It's difficult, but I manage to get him cleaned up and back into bed before the urge to drown him became strong enough to act on.
"Meeeelllllssss... Sleep with me? I'm cold." I can't say no to that face. Despite the red nose and flushed cheeks, he's still absolutely beautiful. I climb into the bed next to him and after about ten minutes, realize that there is absolutely no way that I will get any sleep. He's radiating heat and whimpering in his sleep. This will be a long night.

Matt
I wake up feeling much better. Mello insists I stay in bed for at least one more day though, feeding me even more vitamins and practically pumping me full of water every chance he gets. I won't complain, the attention is nice. He seems a little on edge today though. He got a call earlier from his friend... Halle, I think her name was. I won't ask about it yet though, I'm sure he'll tell me eventually when he feels the need to.

About a week later, he calls me into the living area. I sit down opposite him but, just when he's about to start talking, his phone rings. It's his friend again. I play a few levels of the game I was busy with because it seems like the phone call is important and it will take a while. When he finally puts the phone down, he looks utterly defeated. Worry takes me over, but I leave him to tell me on his own. I think today is the day he finally tells me his plan.