Peachy | joshler

through sickness and through health

Tyler's sick as Frick and not in the cool way.

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Tyler woke up next to josh like always. Limbs tangled together and faces inches apart. But instead of feeling the comfortable warmth of his lover, he felt hot, too hot, and had shivers running down his neck. His lips were chapped from mouth breathing all night because of his stuffed up nose that must have arisen during his slumber.

"J-sh." He tried to say but is words came out mumbled and slurred.  Like he didn't even have enough energy to talk.

"Joshy" he finally got out. Josh stirred awake, opening his eyes lovingly at his tyler.
But has soon has he got a real look at him he knew something wasn't right.

"Honey, are you feeling all right?" He asked, concern woven thickly in his voice.
Tyler shook his head tears threating to fall from his large, puffy brown eyes.
Josh envoloped him with a warm hug.

Too warm

"Joshy, I... Too warm joshy."
Josh let go, and looked over tyler. His heart hurt from the sight he saw.

Tyler was shaking, but was sweating more then you would from just waking up. His lips were chapped and cracked, his face was pale, much different from his usual warm, tan complexion. His nose was all red and running slightly. And his eyes, his eyes were the worst part. All red and watering, puffy all around the etches. Opposite from their usual dazzle, the warm brown, dulled down to a foggy, muddy color.

Josh's eyes threatened to fill, tyler didnt deserve to feel this bad. He got himself under control and figured the best thing he could do was care for his sick boyfriend.

He felt Tyler's forehead, definitely and fever (like he couldn't already tell). He helped him get in the most comfortable position, which was right now curled up in a ball. He grabbed a thermometer and took Tyler's tempeture.

104.3° f

Too hot.

Josh looked cool and collected the outside but on the inside he was in panic mode. It may have just been protective boyfriend that clogged his mind but he wouldnt risk it. He kissed tyler on the cheek whispering about how he hopes he gets better and how sad he is that he has to be sick. Then grabbed his phone and dialed up their doctor.

"Hello Doctor Pedi, my boyfriend's running a tempature of a 104.3."

"25 years"

"Yes"

"No, I haven't gave him any medicine"

"OK"

"Ok thank you doctor"

"Yes I'm glad to hear he's fine"

"Thanks again doctor, alright, bye."

And with that he hung up and scurried back to a whimpering tyler.

"Its ok honey, your fine." He whispered to Tyler in any attempt to get his spirits up.

"How are you feeling on a scale from 1 to 10?, honey?"

"7" he mumbled barely audible. Josh's heart wavered, he couldn't believe someone that heavenly could feel even a 5 on that scale. He didn't deserve it. He cuddled up to tyler, but he nugded him away.

"Too hot, an' I don' want you ge'n sick joshy." He said, his voice hoarce. God did josh hate this. He just wanted to comfort and kiss tyler better but he knew he could.

"Need anything, sweatpea?" Josh asked.

"Sleep" he breathed back.

Right. If Tyler was to get better he needed sleep.

Josh grabbed his laptop and turned the brightness all the way down to not disturb tyler. He emailed work to tell them they wouldn't come in today. Then did as much work as he could from home. He got bored so he closed his laptop and looked at Tyler.

His breathing was shaking, barely audible whimpers sounding everytime breathed through his mouth. His chest rising and falling. His hair was matted down with sweat against his forehead. Josh reached to push it back, tyler opened his eyes slightly, humming in confusion. Josh shushed him softly and lulled him back to sleep with the soft brushing of his hair.

He loved that boy. Through sickness and through health.

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I hope you all enjoyed.
I had been thinking about this plot for awhile and decided, eh why not.
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(ps I almost fell asleep my self while writing that last bit.)