I knocked on the mansion that the Magcon boys had bought together. Aaron opened it up and told me to come in and I walked in.
"So Matt and Carter moved in yesterday?"
"Yea", Aaron said and then directed his attention towards upstairs, MATT Y/N'S HERE!"
"Um I'm going to the bathroom."
"Ok."
I walked up the grand staircase of the beautiful mansion I'd come to know. I walked down the left hallway, hearing coughing as I passed a room.
"Matt", you asked as you opened the door slightly.
Whoever it was, they were coughing and tossing and turning. They started coughing again, harder this time.
"Carter?"
Looking harder, I barely saw Matt's messed up hair above the white sheets of his bedroom. Matt coughed wetly and then sniffled, triggering another wet coughing attack. He started tossing and turning, trying to find warmth. I sighed and grabbed another blanket, putting it across his shivering body.
"Matt", I asked.
He looked at me with feverish eyes and immediately sprang up, "It's five thirty?"
I nodded and he looked like he was gonna cry.
"It's okay that you're sick."
"I'm well enough to go y/n."
His breath started hitching, leaving him gasping.
"Hushoo! Hushoo!"
"Bless you, we are not going."
He groaned and then coughed and shivered. I climbed in and scooted him close to me so I could share my body heat.
"Y/n I don't want you to get sick."
"Oh so now you are sick?"
"Well you already know so I'm not going to lie."
"Good idea," I got up and went to his TV, "What movie do you want to watch?"
"Ted."
"I should've known."
"Yes you should have. Hushoo! Hushoo! Hushoo!"
"Bless you," I said, hopping back in bed.
"Thags," he said nasally.
"Blow your nose."
He nodded and grabbed a tissue. He turned away and blew his nose, then threw it away. I pulled him closed again. We started watching Ted and about halfway through, Matt had fallen asleep. I just kept watching Ted, feeling Matt's jagged breaths against my arm and hearing his loud ass snores.
"What is that noise," Carter asked opening the door.
"This one."
"Is he okay?"
"He's a little under the weather, but Dr. Y/n is here to help."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He's coughing, sneezing, and sniffling."
"So common cold?"
"I don't know. Can you hand me that thermometer?"
"Sure," he said and grabbed the thermometer.
He gave me it and I took the cap off, then put it in Matt's mouth. It beeped after a while and I took it out. The sound made Matt wake up a little. He turned over, so he was facing away from me, and coughed into his side of the blanket.
