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"Personal nurse."
That was Simon explanation for why he was in JJ's room with a tray. JJ just glared at him trying to figure out what was happening. "What the hell....." JJ could barley say before coughing like a crazy person.
"I'm helping my boyfriend get better." Simon replied knowing what JJ was going to say even though he didn't finish his sentence. He thought it was a good idea which was the opposite of what JJ thought. "By dressing like that?" JJ asked. JJ was referring to Simon's nurse outfit and name tag that said, "Nurse Minter."
"Yep. Don't I look cute?" Simon asked turning around. JJ rolled his eyes in response. "I'm taking that as a yes."
"Aren't you supposed to be taking care of me? You aren't doing a good job." JJ said. Simon didn't answer and put his hand on JJ's forehead. JJ was a little taken back at how cold his hand was. It felt like ice. After a few minutes Simon took his hand away. "What are you feeling, hot or cold?" Simon asked.
"I mean I'm kind of cold b-but...."
Simon rushed down the stairs, his skirt hitching up slightly as he ran, he reached the bottom of the stairs. He skipped into the kitchen, humming some sort of catchy tune, he opened the cupboard closest to him, only finding boxes of empty frubes lying about carelessly.
He searched the next cupboard seeing a loaf of bread, and homemade jars of jam that he and JJ had made previously that year. He smiled at the fond memories of JJ burning the first batch and being completely adamant that it was just 'well done.'
He checked the next cupboard, sighing when it was full of crisp packets, and then he found what he wanted, JJ's hot water bottle.
He danced his way to the kettle, humming some sort of 'bubblegum pop' music then pressing down the switch on the kettle, then waiting for it to boil.
(He wasn't going to lie, he did eat some of JJ's cookies in the process)
Finally the kettle pinged, telling him that it was readily boiled.
He danced his way back to the kettle, still chewing JJ's cookies, while holding the fluffy hot water bottle.
He removed the casing and unscrewed the top, which took a long time, purely because he hadn't much strength. He picked up the kettle, angling it perfectly to the entrance of the hot water bottle, then hearing the warm fluid travel down into the bottle.
Simon abruptly put the kettle down, screwing on the top of the water bottle, juggling it in his hands as he tried to not burn his hands. Simon slipped the hot water bottle into JJ's bed only to have an arm pull him into the bed.
Simon didn't object, he just wrapped his arms around the younger boy, giving him a sense of security.
