Reddie Oneshots

Eddie Kaspbrak Versus The Feelings (Pt. 2)

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When Eddie returns to the Tozier household after school the next day, it's with less supplies, but a lot more nerves. His hand shakes on the doorknob as he lets himself in, despite all his deep-breathing.

When he lets himself in, as he did the day before, he's glad to find Richie out of bed, sitting in the living room, with a bit more color in his face, and absolutely no memory of the night before.

None.

"When did you leave?" Richie asks curiously, munching on leftover Virus-Killing-Pasta.

At seeing Richie eat well, and moreover, something Eddie had personally made him, his heart thuds, enough to be seen through his shirt.

He rubs at his chest self-consciously, trying to smother the feeling.

"You don't remember me leaving?"

"Nah, I got fucked up on NyQuil, man," Richie laughs, his throat sounding rough and scratchy still, "I remember taking the NyQuil, and like, seeing my lamp? And then I woke up at like two, to piss an actual gallon of urine, and then I went back to bed, and I woke up at noon. So, yeah. I think it's cause I so rarely take cold medicine, it always hits me really hard. Did I make a complete ass of myself?"

"You do that every day, completely sober, Richie."

"Okay, I walked into that one."

"You did."

"See?" Richie complains, gesturing vaguely downward at himself, "I'm not operating on all cylinders yet."

"Well, you look a ton better," Eddie compliments, straightening his cough mask, and snapping on his gloves, "Let's get a temperature, okay?"

"Ugh," Richie groans, but that's all the fight he puts up - his gratitude seems much too big a thing to be overtaken by his distaste for being poked and prodded at.

Still looking put-upon, though, he opens his mouth wide for Eddie, so Eddie can get a good look at his tonsils and throat.

"The swelling and redness have definitely gone down. Some more veggies, rest, and medicine, and you'll be back on your feet by tomorrow morning, Tozier. I'm sure."

"Thanks, Dr. K," Richie says with a flirtatious smirk.

"Shut up," Eddie orders softly, offering the sanitized end of the thermometer to Richie's dry, full lips.

Diligently, Richie shuts his mouth around the thermometer, waits a beat, and then gestures around his own mouth, then at Eddie's with a quizzical expression.

Eddie understands that Richie is asking him why he's wearing the mask.

"I think you have a strain of the flu virus," Eddie explains, "So, you might be feeling better now, but you're usually still contagious for three to four days after symptoms first begin to show, and two days before they show up. First two days passed, obviously, but then your symptoms hit you like a truck, which is the beginning of the countdown. So, you're still contagious til, like, Friday. And since the flu is airborne, mostly, I'm taking precautions."