Two's Company, Three's Love

Spoiled brats!

A/N: I wrote this before I was corrected. Thank you ObsessedwithTidam for the help :)

Forget the use of anti-biotics, I was wrong for the illness :P

Four days of six people coughing, vomiting, sneezing, complaining of the temperature, always needing to blow their noses was enough to drive anyone insane. If you're the lone woman out of a group of men who were all suffering from the flu it was akin to torture. Her body still ached, she was still congested, still coughing, still fighting her body's natural defense to sickness which was sleeping.

She couldn't get much rest because she was busy taking care of five grown men. Five grown men who had somehow reverted back to being babies when they're sick. She made sure they had something to drink at all times, and that they were actually drinking it, she made sure they had a plastic bag to throw away their nasty, snotty rags in, she made sure they took their fever reducing medicine if they were still running a fever. There was no one in the crew who didn't have the flu so there was no one she could get help from.

Amarelle plopped down on the couch and sighed. 'I love these guys dearly but I think I'm about to strangle them all and be done with it.' she huffed to herself. As she sat there, she leaned her head back and began dozing. Things were quiet, with the exception of the sound of coughing every now and then, so Amarelle began drifting off into a deeper sleep.

"Ama?! I'm thirsty!" She heard Austin call out.

"Shut up, Austin! We're trying to sleep." Tim countered

Amarelle sighed heavily as she lifted herself up off the couch. Begrudgingly, she grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and walked to the bunks.

"Here you go, Austin." She tried to be as friendly and warm as she could.

It was a difficult task since she felt like an ice cube and wanted to curl up under her blanket.

"Thanks, sweetie." Austin croaked out before he started coughing.

She smiled as sweetly as she could before crawling back into her own bunk.

"But I want to cuddle!" She heard Tim whine which made her both smile and roll her eyes.

"No! You make me hot." Adam quickly retorted

"No one cares about your sex life. Shut up and go back to sleep!" Chance called out making her chuckle briefly.

"But baby..." Tim whined again.

"I love you to death Tim, really I do, but you laying next to me makes me feel like I'm in a furnace. I'm hot enough as it is. We can cuddle when we're better, ok?" Adam reasoned.

"Fine." Tim huffed before they heard him crawling back into his bunk and shutting his curtain.

A few minutes went by and everything was quiet. Amarelle drifted back off to sleep. She didn't know how long she'd been sleeping but she was awoken by Chance smiling sheepishly at her.

"Sorry to wake you. Would you make us some soup? Please?" His face was full of hope.

She grunted as she rolled out of bed. All five men were up, in their sweat-soaked PJ's, lounging around the living room. Rob smiled at her in silent thanks.

"Why exactly can't you open up cans of soup and heat them in the microwave yourselves?" She stood there, hands on her hips, and looked between all five me.

Each one looked down. She rolled her eyes again before coughing. Without a single word spoken, she opened up several cans of soup and put it on the stove. She washed her hands before getting out six bowls and spoons. 'Yes, feed them, then send them to bed with a bottle of water. Maybe then I can get another few hours' sleep.' she glanced up at her sick boys, 'Big, spoiled brats. All of them.'