Fix Me Up - Elder Price x Male!Reader

Chapter One

As searing heat dripped down his back, he reminded himself why he was here again. Arnold was his best friend, and he was sick, so it was his duty, as his best friend, to make sure he was alright. That didn't mean he'd enjoy it, or be pleasant at all in any fashion whatsoever. It wasn't a long walk to the hospital necessarily, but it was uphill the entire way, which was strategically a terrible decision. Arnold was leaning on him now, his sweat and panting starting to irritate him, and his body heat making him even warmer. He adjusted Arnold further onto his shoulders, practically carrying him up the rest of the way.

When they finally reached the top of the hill, the small hospital stood there, a small flag outside that hadn't been there before. It was much cleaner than anything he'd seen in a while. He had no time to dwell on such things, his friend close to passing out.

"Gotswana?" He called into the small building, dropping Arnold onto a nearby chair. "Thanks buddy," he panted tiredly, leaning back onto the wall with his tongue hanging out of his mouth dramatically. A shorter man emerged from the back of the building, wearing a dirty doctors' jacket. "Elder Price! Good to see you again," Gotswana said with a laugh, patting Elder Price on the back. "Don't remind me," he grunted, straightening his shoulders. "Arnold's sick," he told him, gesturing towards his friend who was now moaning dramatically. "I think I'm dying," Arnold wheezed, his body lurching to the side.

"Ah. I think he's fine," Gotswana said cheerfully. Price paused, feeling very unsatisfied. "He's had a fever for the past two days. I think he's about to faint," Price told him, now gesturing dramatically. "Eh, it happens," Gotswana shrugged, then turned to leave into the back of the building.

"Ow, fuck!" Price stood rigid as he heard another voice, one he didn't recognize, and he always remembered a persons voice. He turned around to the small desk that was there, and emerging from it was a short man, also wearing a doctors coat, and rubbing his head while muttering something unintelligible. He looked hot, with messy hair swept to the side, his skin glistening with what Price assumed was sweat. His body form, well, that wasn't that bad either. Unfortunately, just his type. Shit, he's hot, he thought."Oh, hi! Do you need some help?" He asked, smiling, gripping his clipboard with a vice like grip. Immediately, all thoughts flooded right out of Kevin's head, leaving only the desperate desire to get the hell out. "... No. We need to go," Elder Price suddenly said, his voice getting choked up. The man looked confused, but Price just forced Arnold to his feet and dragged him out the door.

"Uh, bye!" He heard called behind him, but he kept speed walking away, his face flushed even worse than it was before, and from much more than heat. "Bye!" He called back, sounding just as constipated as before. Dear God, why was he like this?

The walk back to the mission hut was a lot faster, considering he was now jogging, and it was downhill. The door swung open, and closed with a loud crash behind him. Everybody in the room turned to look at him, his face furiously blushed and Arnold still looking as miserable as before.

"Did you find out what's wrong with our prophet?" Elder McKinley asked, stepping forward to help Price out with carrying Arnold. Right, that was what he forgot about. "Uh, Gotswana said it happens sometimes. He said it'll pass," Kevin answered, helping to carry Arnold over to the couch. "That's not very helpful," McKinley grunted under the weight of their friend. "I'm fully aware of that," he grumbled back, throwing his friend onto the couch, before feeling guilty and putting a pillow under his head and covering him with a blanket.

"I guess that's how colds are treated here. I only hope it isn't something worse," McKinley said, rubbing his chin inquisitively. He turned to look at Price. "You didn't press him for anything? Usually you'll spend, like, hours fighting with someone if they insult Arnold," he pointed out, letting his hand fall to his side. "Yeah, I had to get out of there," Price sucked in a breath, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. "May I ask why?"