Book 4: Remembering Scars {BoyxBoy}

Chapter 20

It had been ages since Gil last got sick. The last time was when he was sixteen, after staying outside in the snow for way too long. He ended up bent over the toilet all night and half the day, throwing up food, water, stomach acid, even medicine, anything and everything he tried to eat. It took a week for him to get better, and that was the flu. He hated being sick more than anything, especially considering he was supposed to be at Pandora's Pride with Bas later.

There was no way he could leave the way he was feeling now. His head hurt horribly, worse than his headaches ever used to be. The pain was throbbing like jolts of lightning running from the back of his neck, over his scalp, to his temple and behind his eyes. His throat and chest felt tight, sore and painful like he'd been screaming bloody murder during torture. There was an annoying, constant buzz in his ears, and there was sweat lining his hit body despite the fact he was shivering.

The only thing he could think to do was roll onto his side and curl up, hugging his pillow and yanking the covers up over his head to keep the light from making his growing migraine worse. He coughed into his pillow, wincing from how raw it made his chest feel and muttered out, "Shit," his throat felt so sore and raw he could hardly talk above a whisper.

Maybe it was a side effect of the drug Kaleb had given Gil. For the longest time after waking up he couldn't move his arms or legs, Bas had to carry him home, but thank God no one asked questions. They assumed Gil was up all night with Bas, which he had been, but for a different reason. The drug didn't completely disperse until the previous night, and he'd been far too exauhsted to sleep with Bas. Not that he minded. Neither minded. As long as they were happy together, Bas didn't mind, as long as he knew Gil returned his feelings, he was fine just holding his hand. It was only made better by the fact everyone in the house knew and accepted it.

Gil figured he must have laid there for quite a while, because in the next instance, he heard a knock at his door, followed by Sebastian's voice, "Gil?" he sounded concerned, but Gil couldn't reply, so he just groaned and curled tighter against himself as the door opened before shutting, "Hey, what happened?" the bed sunk down in front of Gil, and the covers were folded back so Bas could see Gil's flushed face, "Are you sick?"

"What the fuck do you think?" Gil croaked, and Bas' lips twitched up at the corners, but faded when he set a hand on Gil's forehead.

"Damn, it seems like a pretty bad fever," he stroked his fingers through Gil's hair, pushing back his bangs and wiping at the sweat on his skin, "Okay, just lie still, try to relax. I'll grab medicine for you and tell Wolfy and Pete you're sick and to let you rest."

Gil grumbled, "Trust me, I'm not moving."

Bas smiled and leaned down, kissing Gil's forehead before standing and leaving the room. While he was gone, Gil almost fell asleep, but the soreness of his body kept him awake and really frustrated until his newfound lover stepped back into the room. In one hand he balanced a small bottle of medicine and an ice pack, and the other held a steaming mug.

When Gil saw the medicine he scowled and pulled the blankets back over his head stubbornly, "Hell no."

Bas sighed, "Gil."

"That shit's gross."

"You don't have to drink the entire bottle, Gil," Bas argued, kneeling beside the bed where Gil was facing and setting the hot mug down before peeling back the blankets just enough to see Gil's glaring eyes, "Please? It'll make you feel better."

"Still no."

"Come on, baby, please?"

Gil's face flushed a deeper shade of crimson, and he turned his face into the pillow, "Just cuz you called me that doesn't mean I'll take your poison liquid."