Die For You

Joe Gets The Flu

After getting Jon's stuff, Joe and Jon drove back to Joe's place. Joe was driving really slow, however, because of Jon's weak stomach. He sat in the passenger seat bent over, groaning. “We almost there, Joe? I don't know how much longer I'm gonna last. You might have to pull over...”

“We still have a little ways to go. Here. I'll pull over for you.”

“Thanks.” Jon said. Opening the car door, he instantly got sick. Once he was done, he got back in the car and shut the door. Joe started driving again. After a few minutes Joe heard Jon say, “Fuck!!”

“What's wrong, Jon?” Joe asked, concerned.

“Fucking have to piss. Are we there yet?” He crossed his legs tightly.

“Almost. Want me to pull over again?”

“No...I think I can make it...hopefully.” He was already fidgeting in his seat, that's how bad he had to go.

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Fuck fuck fuck...” By now he was practically bouncing in his seat, his hands around his crotch.

Joe pulled into the driveway and parked the car. Jon instantly jumped out and ran to the door, only to his dismay, it was locked. He watched Joe fumble with his keys as he started to 'hop' on the porch. “Come on, babe, hurry up please!! I'm gonna fucking piss my fucking pants!” Finally Joe found the right key, opening the door. Jon ran into the bathroom right away and Joe could literally hear Jon sigh a sigh of relief as he pissed. Joe winced as he felt a migraine coming on. He sat down on the couch and rubbed at his head while closing his eyes.

Jon flushed the toilet and walked out into the living room to see Joe sitting in the position he was in. “You okay, Love?” He asked Joe, sitting down right next to him. “Yeah...just a migraine. No big deal. Fuck...” Jon pulled him up and said, “Let's go lay down for a while, babe. Maybe that will help your migraine go away.” Joe walked to the bedroom with him and laid in his bed. He groaned as his migraine started to make him feel nauseous. “Love, get me the trash can...” Jon grabbed the trash can and handed it to Joe, who proceeded to get sick, gagging into the trash can many times before finally throwing up. Joe set the trash can down and laid back, shivering. “Love, I'm freezing...get me a blanket please.” He shivered again.

Jon went to get him a blanket out of the closet, but before handing it to Joe, he said, “Joe...it's not cold in here. Sit up and come here.” Joe did as told as Jon felt Joe's forehead. “Holy shit, babe, you're burning up. Here. Let me get you a cool washcloth.” Joe heard the water running and Jon came out with the washcloth. He placed it on Joe's forehead and made him lay down. He put the blanket over Joe and laid down next to him. “Dammit.” He whispered to himself about 30 minutes later as he gently got up and walked to the bathroom, groaning as he relieved himself. When he got back in the bedroom, Joe was snoring softly as he slept. Jon laid back down and nuzzled his head into Joe's chest, cuddling with him. Within minutes Jon himself had fallen fast asleep as well.