Te Odio

2~Vapor

I want to breathe you in like a vapor
I want to be the one you remember
I want to feel your love like the weather
All over me, all over me

"Ash, Ash wake up." Michael whispered, shaking his boyfriend's shoulder.

Ashton groaned and shrugged him off.

"Come on Ashy."

Ashton groaned and opened his eyes, sitting up slightly.

"Sorry- I didn't want to wake you but you were sweaty and I just wanted to take your temperature." Michael said.

"But it's so cold," Ashton replied, pulling his blanket up to his chin.

Michael sighed and looked at the younger boy with concern. Ashton's mum had only recently gotten over her flu and now Michael's worried Ashton caught it too. Nevertheless, Michael went to the bathroom and fetched a thermometer. Walking back into the room, Michael noticed that Ashton had again fallen asleep.

"Ashton, I'm sorry but you gotta wake up." Michael whispered, shaking Ashton's shoulder.

Ashton mumbled softly and opened his eyes.

"Good job babe. Open your mouth for me?" Michael requested.

Ashton opened his mouth slightly, his eyes barely open and looking very tired. Michael gently slipped the thermometer in his mouth, waiting quietly for the beep while gently stroking his fingers through Ashton's curls. Eventually, when the thermometer beeped softly, Michael took it out and examined it.

"38.6." Michael announced.

"Is that bad?" Ashton mumbled.

"I don't know," Michael shrugged, pulling out his phone. "Hey Siri, what's the normal body temperature?"

Ashton giggled softly.

"Can't reach Siri at the moment. Make sure your iPhone is connected to the internet."

Ashton giggled slightly louder when Michael grumbled and swiped up to turn his internet on.

"Hey Siri, what's the normal body temperature?" Michael asked.

"I found these results. Normal human body temperature, also known as-"

Michael silenced his phone and quickly skimmed through the information.

"Okay so a normal temperature is like 37 degrees. So, you're a bit high bub." Michael explains, massaging Ashton's scalp.

Ashton groans softly and closes his eyes.

"I'll get you some meds babe, then you can rest, okay?"

"No," Ashton mumbled, trying to sit up, "I can't be sick- I gotta be there for you- Luke-"

Michael gently pushed Ashton back down, despite his struggling cries.

"Ash, I'll be alright. Who said he's even coming for me anyway?" Michael whispered.

"He did!" Ashton cried, hot tears streaming down his face freely. "You were there! 'I'll get you, Clifford! I'll fucking get you!'"

"Babe you need to relax. He has hundreds of police chasing him. Not including all the citizens that are aware."

"Relax? Relax?! How can I relax when there's a murderer on the loose who tried to kill me and will most likely try to kill you?!"

Michael stayed silent, not really sure what to say. He did have a point. It had been almost a week since the announcement went out in the news that Luke had escaped. How had no one found him yet? He's a murderer. Well, attempted murderer. The police should be trying hard, especially when this particular guy holds a pretty bad grudge.

Instead of trying to think of something to say, Michael decides to simply rub Ashton's back to calm him down. However, Ashton's constant rapid breathing says otherwise. He's having a panic attack again.

Michael sits down on the bed and pulls Ashton up to sit in between his legs.

"Come on Ashy, it's alright. He's not gonna hurt us." Michael whispered.

Ashton wheezed and attempted to clutch his chest. His face was a dark shade of red and it was seriously worrying Michael.

"Ash, listening to my breathing, yeah? Copy me?" Michael whispered, dramatically increasing the volume of his breathing for Ashton to hear. "In."

Ashton took a shaky breath in, still wheezing slightly.

"And out."

Ashton shakily breathed out.

After a few more rounds of this, Ashton's breath had subsided back to somewhat normal.

"Good job babe. You did so good." Michael whispered, pulling Ashton closer and kissing all over the back of his neck.

Ashton mumbled a soft 'I'm tired,' before Michael felt him fall limp in his arms. Michael smiled softly to himself, feeling sympathy and love for the older boy. Even though Michael was younger, Ashton seemed to be the "baby" of the relationship. He was just so... huggable. Michael was definitely protective of the Ashton. After he beat up Calum whilst defending Ashton, something he's definitely not proud of admitting, he had gotten close to beating up a few other people when they hurt Ashton. Even with Luke gone, there was still heaps of people at their school who would pick on Ashton. You'd think with them all being in year 12, they'd grow out of it, but apparently not.

Since the incident with Luke, Ashton had seemed a little more down, like he was when he had depression. Michael had seen other people pick on Ashton because of his scars and Michael just hoped that it wasn't really affecting Ashton. Michael had noticed how stressed Calum had looked when Ashton had depression for the first time and Michael didn't want to put himself or Calum through that again. More importantly, he didn't want Ashton to go through that again. If he even attempted to- No. He wasn't going to think like that. He had to have hope that Ashton is stronger now. That he wouldn't let negative comments get to him.

When Ashton woke hours later, he was looking a lot worse. His face was flushed, his hair was matted down in sweat and his small movements seemed very restricted, thanks to his aching muscles. Michael kissed him on the forehead before quickly getting up to grab some fever reducers, tissues, a bowl and a glass of water. He handed two tablets to Ashton which he gulped down quickly with the water.

"How do you feel?" Michael asked.

"Icky," Ashton mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Do you wanna try and eat something?"

Ashton shook his head softly.

"Ash, you gotta get something in your system. You'll feel worse if you don't."

Ashton looked up at Michael and hesitantly agreed to just have a slice of plain toast, to which Michael quickly grabbed.

Before the toast even touched Ashton's tongue, he could feel his stomach churning. He quickly reaches for the bucket and throws up, Michael rubbing his back and pulling strands of his hair out of this face.

"Let it all out baby," Michael whispered.

Ashton gagged, his body jolting with every intake and outtake of air before he again, threw up the contents of his stomach into the plastic bowl. Michael gently kisses Ashton's sweaty temple, trying to help him through it. Ashton groaned softly and leaned against Michael, closing his eyes and shuddering softly.

"Are you done, baby?" Michael asked, getting a nod from Ashton in return.

Michael got up and rinsed the bowl out in the bathroom sink.

Please. Please don't let Luke come after Ashton.