FALSETTOS - Andrew × Christian

The start of something big.

A×C

Andrew had woken up barely able to stand, his legs felt weak beneath him as he put all his weight onto the night stand and bed to even attempt to get out of bed. But his attempts failed as his vision went black and he felt himself falling but had no energy to try to stop it.

Christian woke up to the sound of Andrews head hitting the floor.
"Shit" Christian whispered under his breath as he jumped out of bed and ran to Andrew who had regained consciousness and began to sit up.

"Oh god, Andrew. What happened" He said as he stared into Andrews big brown eyes. "I-I don't know w-what happened, but-t I'm fine. I'll be ok babe". Andrew nodded at his boyfriend in attempts to reassure him but it only made him more worried.

His boyfriends eyes glared back at him as he raised a brow as if to say bullshit. "Now, we've got rehearsals so we better go get ready" Christian chuckled at him and helped his boyfriend on to the bed which took alot of effort on Christians part which just showed how unwell Andrew was.

"You can't go in like this" Christian explained as he sat besides a very ill Andrew.

"Like what Borle?" He sneered

"You're as white as a ghost and your burni-" he stopped as he felt Andrews head. It felt like he was about to burst into flames.

He took his temperature and it read *38.7°* "Jesus Christ Andrew you're hot as hell"

"Why, thank you." He said playing with Borles pyjamas.

"No Andrew you're literally burning up" he looked extremely concerned which made Andrew more persistent than ever to play it off.

"But I feel fine so let's just get ready" Andrew just kept shrugging it off as he struggled to stand up. He slowly wandered over to the closet as Christian watched.

Eventually Christian got up and walked out to make his lover breakfast.

He went back up stairs to their en suite only to find Andrew passed out on the floor soaking wet from his shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"HOLY FUCK ANDREW" He sprinted across the room and slammed his knees onto the marble floor. He noticed how frail he looked his ribs showing and his collar bones and spine too.

Andrew finally woke up and began to sob to Christian. Christian sat him up and held him close. "Oh god Andrew how long have you felt like this". No reply came from Andrew as he continued to sob into his boyfriends chest. "Andrew..."

And again no reply he just began to wipe his eyes and once again attempted to stand. He left Christian on the floor confused about what had happened.

At this point he was so worried he begged and begged Andrew to stay home but there was no hope. He stared at Andrew as he got dressed, he looked at how he clung onto every surface to keep himself up.
He looks like death himself. Christian thought to himself.

Christian knew there was nothing he could do but look after him at rehearsals.