Us and Our House

Geoffy-Poo

Geoff opened the door to their apartment, exhaustion and pure misery written all over his face. His skin looked more lifeless than ever and his eyes were heavy.

Still in his uniform, he dragged his feet across the floor; which felt like he was pulling all of the misery of his day behind him in the form one hundred-pound weights. When he finally reached the couch, he exhaustedly flopped onto to his chest with his legs hanging off the arm rest. 

The bass was terribly off balance, but he couldn't find the strength nor energy to stop himself from tumbling onto the ground.

Eli heard a loud 'thud' from the kitchen and curiously peeked around the corner to seer a pair of long legs stick out from in front of the couch. "Who did Tony kill this time...." Eli mumbled to himself as he went to find out who the victim was.

His blue eyes found Geoff with his arms carelessly spread out around him and his hat shifted over his face. "Wait, Geoff?" Eli asked in surprise, quickly stepping over to his side, "Are you hurt, hungry, or dead?"

What Eli heard was a series of low grumbles and whining moans. Having a bit of sympathy for his friend, Eli sighed and shook his head. "Bad day at work?" he assumed sympathetically.

The bass let out a prolonged whine to emphasize his confirmation.

Just then, Layne came through the door carrying two bags of groceries in his arms. As he slipped his shoes off, he caught sight of what was going on in the living room.

"Hi, Layne." Eli greeted his friend as he watched the taller man set the bags down and eagerly make his way to the living room as well. He sunk to his knees and glanced at Eli with a small grin.

"What're we playing?" Layne asked with a slightly boyish tone.

"Geoff had a bad day." Eli answered as he pouted teasingly and patted Geoff's shoulder.

"Poor baby..." Layne cooed, also teasingly, as he too decided to poke some fun at their friend and lighten the mood.

Geoff only responded with an irritated grumble.

"C'mon, man. You're not a friggin' motor engine, talk to us. What happened?" Eli asked genuinely and seriously.

"I feel like crap." Geoff mumbled groggily. Eli sighed before he reached his hand out to remove the cap from Geoff's face. Pushing it aside, he pressed the back of his hand into his friend's forehead.

"No wonder." Eli realized, removing his hand from the hot, sweat-coated forehead, "You're boiling."

"Does he have a fever?" Layne wondered aloud as he examined Geoff for other signs or symptoms.

"Most likely." Eli agreed as he turned his gaze back to Geoff and pondered his options, "But laying on the floor won't do him any good, so we better get him to his room."

"Can you get up, Geoff?" Layne asked his friend.

"By 'up' do you mean physically moving? Because then no." Geoff murmured.

"Alright, then we'll have to do it the harder way." Eli stated optimistically. "Layne, you grab the top half and I'll get the legs."

Layne grinned and nodded before he slid his arms underneath Geoff and hooked his arms around Geoff's shoulders. Eli took both of the bass' legs and they prepared themselves.