Jameson Oneshots

Night Shift

God, was I exhausted, and I felt sick. I had never been as tired as I was tonight. My throat was raspy and I sounded like a 1970s hooker. My head was throbbing; I wasn't sure if it was the crowd or the instruments or the beers... No, it was never the beers, they do nothing wrong except make me happier than I already am or forget about my problems... The moral is, beers aren't the problem.

So then why did I feel like such utter shit? I don't think it was my head, throat, liver, or my dick after boning that groupie two hours ago... It hurt my chest and made me feel icky,, and like a girl. I think it was butterflies...
Butterflies from seeing Jason, running around on stage like the fucking maniac he was, screaming the lyrics to Whiplash into the microphone, and realizing that he was truly a blessing to us. Jason made me feel... happy, for the lack of a better word. Every time I felt shitty like this, this maniac would lay me down and put ice on my head and take my temperature and give me pills to swallow. When I'm sick he goes full mom friend mode and makes me feel like he's the mother I never had. But that was a sickening thing to say considering I have the weirdest boner thinking about him right now. Him and Kirk are talking about going out to get sandwiches over at the table. I'm sitting here with an ice pack on my forehead and watching old reruns of The Twilight Zone.

"Ayo, James?" He called from the other side of the room.

"Yeah?"

"Want anything from the deli?"

"Shit... Can you get me some aspirin, beer, and a pack of Skittles?"

"You've had enough fucking beer."
I picked the ice pack of my head and curved my hand, like I was gonna throw it at him like a frisbee. He flipped me the bird.

They both put their jackets on and left. I was alone again; Lars was upstairs with his girlfriend, showering together and doing god knows what. The two of them together made me gag; I had seen a side of Lars I never seen before when he was with her–he was sweet and he did her hair and he planted kisses all over her face and bI assume other places that I don't want to think about right now.

Rod Serling was using his soothing voice despite what was happening on the show was really fucked up- about people who are actually dolls or some weird shit like that. I couldn't hear too well, and I felt like at any moment I could pass out. The only other two people home were Lars and his girlfriend, so if I were to pass out I'd have to wait for Jason to come back to treat me the way he does. The deli wasn't too far, only about a block or two away, so they should be back pretty quickly. But I felt like shit, and in all honesty, I was pretty desperate waiting for Jason to take care of me the way he does. Every time he does it, it's like I've been touched by an angel. I know jack shit about prescription medicines or doses, so I'm too terrified to take so many pills that I suddenly become a heroin junkie. The angel and devil on my shoulders are arguing about staying up or passing out. My liver was yelling at me too– but when was he not? I could just imagine if what my body would say to me as a whole if they were able to talk.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, the door popped open and in came Jason and Kirk, bags upon bags full of junk. "Thank fuck, you're here. I need you to take care of me again, Jason. I feel like I'm about to fucking die," I complained. He grabbed my aspirin and skittles out of the bag.

"The fuck's my beer?" I asked, impatiently.

"I fucking told you, I'm not buying it for you again. You just said you feel like you're gonna die." A door slammed, and Lars came downstairs with his girl.

"Oh fuck, a BLT with my name written on it, and I didn't even need to ask. Thank you very much, my kind sirs," Lars said as he jokingly bowed down to them. "And what is there for thy madam?"

"Nothing," Kirk responded. "Sorry, A, we didn't get anything for you."

She frowned. "Damn."

"She can have my Skittles," I offered. "Here you go."

A huge smile lit up upon her face. "Thank you, James, you sure you don't want it though?"

I shook my head. "Enjoy. I feel like shit." She grinned, and her and Lars ran back upstairs again. Jason gave me a small smile. "Oh, here's your aspirin." He threw it to me and it hit me in the head. "Ow, you shit!"

"Sorry!" He called back. "I'll get you some water." I took two pills in my hand and waited for him to give me water. He did and I sucked the pills down. "Ah, thank you." I directed my attention back to them television.

"Here, lift your head up." I did so, as Jason sat down. He put my head on his lap. "I'm staying here until you fall asleep." Kirk let out a snort. "Fuck you, shithead! This is more action than you ever got!" Kirk frowned and looked back. "That's kinda gay." He turned to go upstairs. "Night, bitches."

I rolled my eyes and rested myself on his lap. I felt myself slowly dozing off and then waking myself back up again. "Oh my god, am I bothering you?" I said panicked. Jason shook his head. "Of course not. That's what I'm here for."

I smiled. I felt safe. But then I felt bad. "Who takes care of you when you get sick?"

"Nobody. Which is fine, I can take care of myself anyways. I don't trust the three of you giving me medicines anyways." I nodded a little.

"Understandable." I yawned. "I'm so tired."

"Then sleep."

"But this is nice."

"Being well rested is nicer. Go to bed."

"Alright, mom!" I groaned. Upon saying that, Jason leaned over and kissed me on the head. "Goodnight, darling. Go to sleep."

I was at a loss for words. "Umm..... Can you bring me upstairs, please?" Jason nodded. He rose and then walked with me upstairs and opened the door to my room. "There you go." I walked to my bed and got under the covers.

"Night, hon," he said, as he closed the door. I rubbed my forehead, smiled, and went to sleep.