{Possible trigger warnings: Logan's sick, mentions of puking, headaches, medication mention
If I miss something, I apologize and please let me know}
"You definitely have a fever, kiddo."
Logan groaned and leaned in the doorway of the bathroom. "How bad is it?"
Pop smiled softly and brushed his hair back. "One-oh-two point two. Why don't you go into the kitchen and sit, I'll call the school and let them know then I'll make you some breakfast."
Logan shambled into the kitchen, trying to ignore the fact that his head felt as if it were spinning like a top. He hated missing school.
He managed to pour himself a glass of orange juice, then took a seat at the kitchen island and laid his forehead against the cool tiling that was the counter-top. Everything felt too hot but too cold at the same time.
"Awww, kiddo..." He felt Pop's hand rub a gentle circle between his shoulder-blades. "I'll get you some fever medication, hang on."
The cabinet door to Logan's left opened, then closed. A pill bottle rattled, then there was a quiet tap next to his head.
"Take that with your orange juice." Pop advised. "At least you haven't thrown up yet, so lets see if we can get some food in you and then you can go back to bed."
Logan plucked the pill off the counter with shaky fingers and downed it, along with half of the glass of orange juice. He sighed heavily and rested his chin on his forearms.
While Pop made breakfast he chatted on about how it had been a long time since Logan was sick last, and it was probably just a twenty-four hour bug of some sort. "You'll sleep it off just fine if you get enough rest today, don't worry kiddo."
Eventually a plate with two waffles and a couple pieces of bacon was slid in front of Logan's face. The waffles had strawberries and blackberries scattered across the top.
"Thanks Pop." He managed quietly.
"You don't have to eat all of it, but get as much as you can down, and take a garbage can downstairs with you in case you feel like you're going to throw up." Pop advised. "Once you're back in bed I'm going to have to go back to work but I'll come home at lunch time to check on you."
Some part of Logan's mind registered that he had to warn Dorrian of that. He dismissed it for the moment and took a few shaky bites of the waffles.
He got about halfway through the plate, and managed to sneak two pieces of the bacon into a napkin in his sleeve when Pop wasn't looking. There was jerky downstairs but freshly cooked food would probably be better.
Dorrian looked up when Logan wandered back into the basement bedroom, carrying a large travel mug full of orange juice in one hand and dragging a small garbage can in the other. He frowned and got up.
'Are you okay? You don't look good.'
"'M sick." Logan grunted, thumping the garbage can down next to his bed. He handed Dorrian the wrapped up pieces of bacon. "Stayin' home for the day to try and get rid of it... 'N' Pop's probably comin' home around lunch-time, gonna check on me... Watch out for that."
He dropped into his bed after setting the travel mug on his bedside table. The pounding in his temples was subsiding a little bit, but not nearly as much as he'd like it to.
The papasan creaked a little as Dorrian took his sleeping spot again. When Logan glanced over at him, he signed a small 'feel better' with a smile.
"Thanks." Logan smiled a little and tucked himself under his blankets, curling up into a ball and closing his eyes.
~~~ Around Noon ~~~
Logan was woken up by footsteps on the stairs. He heard a small shuffle across the room, followed by the closet door sliding shut with the tiniest of thumps. Moments later, the bedroom door opened.
Pop didn't say anything, but crossed the room and gently laid a hand on Logan's forehead. Logan peeked an eye open at him and pulled his blankets tighter. His pop chuckled and adjusted the covers, then picked up the recently abandoned blanket from the papasan and draped it over him.
"You don't feel as warm, so that's good. Did you drink your orange juice like I told you to?"
"Most've it..." Logan shrugged a shoulder halfheartedly. "Fell asleep."
"Okay, that's still good. Are you hungry?"
He shook his head. Pop smiled and ruffled his hair.
"I won't bother you then. If you change your mind, just come upstairs. If I'm not still here I'll leave something warm in the microwave for you. You might have to zap it a little more but it will be mostly ready for you if you want it, okay?"
"M'kay. Thanks Pop...."
"Of course, kiddo. Sleep well, I'll come bring you some more medication when I get home from work."
After Pop had left and the faint sounds of him in the kitchen began to float down into the basement, the closet door slid open again. Dorrian peeked out, then tiptoed across the room silently to stand next to the bed.
Logan blinked at him, then smiled a little. "Hey. Good call."
'Good thing you warned me.'
"Yeah, guess it is...."
'Are you cold?'
He shrugged. "A lil bit..."
Dorrian thought for a moment, then made a motion for Logan to scoot over. Logan frowned in confusion, but did as he was asked.
The other boy crawled beneath the covers silently and pressed himself against Logan's back, letting him curl into a ball in his arms. Logan was surprised to find that despite his fairly cold-blooded mannerisms, Dorrian was incredibly warm.
Delightfully so. He closed his eyes blissfully and basked in the feeling. Perhaps under other circumstances he'd feel awkward about the situation, but right now his brain was too addled with sleep and sickness to care about how close they were.
With Dorrian's regular breathing gently ruffling a few strands of Logan's hair, he fell asleep much faster than he expected to. Just before he went under, he felt a hand gently take his and lace their fingers together.
His dreams were full of smiles and laughter, and the human half of a not so human face dusted with a dark blush.
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