sick Wes
Author: Nathalia
Rating: G
Challenge:
Apfelstrudel #09 - gesundheit
Honeydew #02 - fever / chills
Extras / Toppings: malt (Chinese New Year: may all your enemies become friends)
Word Count: 241
Story: Misfits
Summary: Wes is sick. Hobbie has to take care of him.
Notes: pointless fluff again but hey, it’s Wes and Hobbie in Antarctica where Wes bonds with Hobbie in a way he didn’t know was possible. This is long before they ever have sex.
All the blankets and pillows are piled up on the bed, Wes hidden under them. Hobbie looks at him and wrinkles his nose when he comes in. Usually, Wes doesn’t sleep in the bed. Usually, he’s too scared that Hobbie might climb into bed with him.
Today, however, was is all curled up in the pillow fort he has built for himself and only his brown hair is sticking out. Hobbie slowly approaches him and puts his hand on Wes’ forehead only to confirm what he already suspected: Wes is burning up.
Without as much as a word, he walks over to the cabinet segment he has stored the few things he has brought here with him and starts to rummage through them until he finds a first aid kid.
“Take one of these,” he instructs Wes, holding out a glass of water and a pill out to him.
Wes hesitates before deciding to dare to stick his arm out of his fort and sit up enough to swallow the medicine and wash it down with the glass of water.
“I’m cold,” he mumbles before going back into hiding.
Hobbie looks at him, realizing to his amusement that Wes is wearing all the shirts he’s brought. He knows Wes is too weak to protest, so he pulls back the blankets and crawls into bed next to Wes. Maybe this will warm him up a little.
Besides, he’s cold, too.