Classic Rock Bands One-shots

Platonic!Frain: Flu⭐

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Freddie throws up into a trash can for the umpteen times that day his small body trembles and shakes, his whole body flush a pinkish orange color, and he’s stained the sheets with his sweat, “Daddy!!” Freddie cries hurting his already sensitive throat.

Brian shushes him as he comes in with a Walgreens bag and some hot tea, “I got you some Tamiflu this should help you, baby boy.”

Freddie whimpers and he takes the medicine without fuss which is concerning since Freddie hates taking his medicine, Brian grabs a thermometer out of the bathroom and Freddie puts his hands onto his bum shaking his head, “No daddy! No! My butt!” he pants and whimpers at his fast movement,

“Don’t worry it goes in your mouth if you see the dolphin one run.” Brian laughs easing the thermometer in his son’s mouth which Freddie wasn’t happy with.

Freddie stares up at his daddy glumly until the thermometer beeps and Brian takes it out of his mouth, “Jesus! You got yourself a 40*C fever (104*F) fever!”

Freddie whines and asks for more medicine, “You can get more Tamiflu later, what about some Tylenol or ibuprofen?”

Freddie fusses and begs Brian to end his suffering, Brian dopes up Freddie the best he can and the boy sips his tea and then dozes off. Brian covers Freddie with a thin sheet so he’s comfortable but the boy just kicks it off complaining about being too hot.

Brian finds the baby monitors, he puts one in Freddie’s room and carries the other one around as he leaves the room. Brian begins to make Freddie some chicken noodle soup he knew to make it a little spicy since that’s the only way Freddie will eat soup. Normally Brian would pack it full of spiciness enough to make a fully grown man weep but where Freddie is sick he tones it down a lot so Freddie’s belly won’t get too upset. He hears Freddie’s soft snores come from the baby monitor, at least he’s sleeping, that boy needs some rest. Brian bustles around the kitchen cooking and answering the phone, “May household, Brian speaking.” Brian says into the phone cutting up celery and putting it into the pot,

“Brian thank god it’s you, I’m in a bit of a pickle right now.” Roger exclaims with nervous laughter.

Brian knows where this is going, “Did you and John break your car again?”

 “Not this time… I’ve handcuffed John…. And I lost the keys.”

You can hear John yell in the background, “He lost the fucking keys!”

“I’ll send Reid down to help you. I’m not leaving home, Freddie’s sick.” Brian tells him then he hangs up and calls Reid who says he’ll call Elton to help them out. And then Freddie started to throw up which could clearly be heard on the baby monitor. Brian agrees with Reid, turns off the stove, and races up the stairs, “D-Daddy!” it was a mess when Brian arrives up there,

Brian got Freddie into a warm bath and let him soak, Brian decided to just throw the soiled sheets into the trash and put fresh clean sheets down along with another mattress protector for safety. He sees Freddie is struggling to stay awake and is nearly drowning in the tub. He gets Freddie cleaned up, medicated, fluids down him, and some of that soup.

“I don’t wanna eat!” Freddie cries smacking the spoon, 

“You need to eat, baby. It’ll make everything better,”

Freddie cries, “It’ll hurt!” he touches his belly.

“A few spoonfuls,” Brian begs, “Please.”

Freddie reluctantly accepted the soup mainly drinking the broth but it was better than nothing at all. And after he had his chicken noodle soup he went right back to sleep snoring away happily. Brian left him alone and went to clean and disinfect the house. Brian started a routine of disinfecting the house, running up to Freddie, cleaning him up, feeding him, and medicating him. This went on for a full week before Freddie finally felt like he could get out of bed and mosey his way downstairs and watch TV. Brian took this as a good sign and Freddie’s fever was almost broke, so Brian gave him Tylenol to help break the fever entirely, “I guess after this you’ll be all ready to play and run again?”

Freddie nods his head drinking broth out of a coffee mug even if he’s eating more early in the morning isn’t best for him, his tummy is the most upset then. And early mourning Freddie races into his daddy’s room bouncing on the bed, “Daddy! Daddy! I’m cured! I’m cured!”

Brian groans he felt like burnt shit on a hot sidewalk in Arizona, “S-Sweetheart can you call up Roger?” Brian knew what was happening, “And tell him to come down and bring Elton.”

“Uh-huh, daddy! I remember his number! I’m a big boy!” Freddie races downstairs and calls Roger and parrots the message back to him.

Roger soon arrives Brian weakly explains that Roger needs to pack an overnight bag for Freddie and to take him to his place, and that Elton will take care of Brian while he’s sick. Soon both men spring into action Roger hurriedly packs a bag trying not to get himself sick, he and his husband have recently brought home their adopted daughter, Jing. Elton begins to get medicine and a trashcan all ready for Brian. 

Roger drives Freddie to his home a few blocks away, “Alrighty your daddy didn’t want you with him since he’s sick, okay? So how does a week long sleepover sound?”

Freddie cheers, “I get to watch Adult Swim now!”

Roger giggles and parks the car he helps Freddie out; he sprays Freddie with disinfect spray before entering his home and he does the same for himself. Now it was time to wait on Brian to get better. And to keep Freddie happy and keep his newborn safe and healthy, that’s all that mattered right now, and Roger was going to be the best uncle in the world for Freddie.