The Outsiders: Tally

Chicken Noodle Soup

Dallas comes down with a nasty cold. Despite the blond's protests, Tim comes to his rescue.

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ACHOO!

    This was the only noise that could be heard coming from the Winston household. Dallas was alone, as usual, but with new additions to the family: constant sneezing, runny nose, chills, a persistent cough, and a low-grade fever. He didn't know how long they would be staying for, but he knew one thing: he hated his new relatives.

    Winter came rolling around and Dallas Winston decided that he was too tough for a heavy jacket. So, he walked around with his lousy leather jacket as the cold winter winds nipped at him. As punishment, Mother Nature cursed him with the common cold. He couldn't breathe through his nose, his head hurt, and no matter how many blankets he covered himself with, his body shivered like no tomorrow. The blond groaned angrily, hating his stupidity. "I'd rather curl up and die than sneeze one more time," he sniffled, grabbing another piece of tissue.

    Dallas knew he wouldn't get any better by staying in his house and complaining all day. But he didn't want to burden anyone with his stupid cold. "M-Maybe I should go to Darry's crib," Dallas mumbled to himself. He finally decided on doing that once he sneezed and felt like his head was going to explode. But as he slipped on his leather jacket, he realized that today was a weekday, which meant--

"Shit. He's at work."
    There was no one better at healing than Darrel Curtis. He could fix up your injuries and cure you of any sickness with one snap of his fingers. Dallas then turned to his back-up plan: just give up. He fell back onto his bed and let out a heavy sigh. Suddenly, he heard his house phone ring. He slowly got up, rubbing his temple. He then answered the phone.

"H-Hello?"

"Hey, babe."

"Hi, Tim."

Hearing Tim's voice was quite soothing. He was hiding from him all week ever since he felt his cold coming on.

"Are you okay? I-I haven't seen you all week."

"The Tim Shepard misses me?"

"Yaddah yaddah yaddah. Answer my question."

"I'm fine."

"You sure? You sound a bit stuffy."

"Nah, nah. Just allergies. That's--ACHOO!"

"Dal... you're sick."

"No I'm not! I'm fine."

"You gotta get rid of it or else it'll get worse."

"It'll go away eventually."

"I'm coming over. Stay in that bed until then."

"Tim!"

    Before the blond could say anything, Tim hung up on him. "Shit..." Dallas cursed under his breath. Curse his sneezing.

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    Dallas heard his front door open from his bedroom. He grumbled out some curses before hiding under his bed sheets, hoping Tim would leave if he thought he was sleeping.

    "Dal?" Tim called out. He made his way over to Dallas' room. Tim then noticed the large heap of covers on Dallas' bed. "Dal, I know you're under there," Tim said, crossing his arms while leaning against Dallas' bedroom doorway. "No I'm not. Go away," Dallas could be heard from under the heap. Tim laughed to himself and walked over to Dallas' bed, sitting next to him.

"I said go away! I'll get you sick, idiot."

"I brought soup."

"S-Soup?" Dallas poked his head out, raising an eyebrow.