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Fowl language //
Mom Matt saves the day //

Out of all hangovers this hurt the most. His head was pounding and he felt nauseous.

Tom groaned as he sat up, head in hands, "Damn." He must've drank a fuck ton of Smirnoff last night.
He let out grunt of pain as he tried to move, "Lay down Tom!"

Matt was in the doorway with a Paul of water with ice and a cloth. His vision was blurry and he all of sudden felt very tired. What? Lay down? He felt himself pushed back on to the bed, "Y-you're sick Tom, you need your rest."

He groaned once again when feeling something cold and damp put on his forehead, "Take it off!" He whined as Matt covered him with the black quilt, "Oh hush Tom, stop your complaining." Matt sighed as he took out the thermometer.

He placed the stick into Tom's mouth, waiting for the beeping sound.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He removed the thermometer and looked at the temperature, "One hundred and one. That's it; you mister are staying in bed and if you get out you won't get any of your alcohol when you feel better." Tom whimpered he didn't want anything to happen to his life source.

The finger nodded, "Now I'm going to make you some hot tea. Remember Tom; don't move." He removed himself from the stool and headed off to the kitchen.

A few minutes have gone by and Matt was on his way back to Tom's room. He was holding a tray that had a cup of hot tea and a bowl filled with warm soup.

"Tom I'm back." He said opening the door with his one free hand. Tom groaned when light flashed on to his face, "I also made you some soup."

Matt helps Tom sit up, "Tell me if you need help." He looked down at the meal that sat on his lap and whined, he really didn't want to move so he looked at Matt, "Okay, I'll help." Matt smiled as he picked up the spoon that layed across the napkin.

He climbed in the bed and sat with his legs crossed so he could face Tom. He dipped the silverware into the bowl removing it once it was filled with the soup, "Here Tom." Tom parts his lips letting the spoon glide into his mouth.

Matt tipped the spoon allowing the liquid to flow down. He removed the spoon and did the same thing until the bowl was empty.

He uses both his hands to grip the cup, "Do you need help with that as well?" Matt asked, he shook his head side to side. The ginger nodded with a small smile on his face.

He lifted the beverage to his lips and began to sip it down. Soon the drink was no more, "Feel better?" Matt asked, "A little." Replies Tom.

He places the cup back on the tray and put it to the side, "I'll leave you to rest Tom." Right when Matt was about to leave Tom grabbed the ginger's sleeve, "Pl-please stay or whatever." His face a darker red from blushing rather than being sick. Matt giggled and nodded, "Alright big boy Tom."

The ginger climbs in bed, "If you get me sick so help me I will hide your stash of Smirnoff." Tom groaned and shoves his face into Matt's chest, "I don' care." Mumbled Tom.

Matt sighed and hugged the sick who was currently buried in his chest, "Alright sleepyhead."