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[patrick_koster]

When he woke up in the middle of the night the temperature seemed to have dropped significantly and a violent shiver ran through him as he slowly sat up, his brow furrowing as he noticed the windows were wide open: that didn't seem quite right. It certainly didn't feel right. With some trouble he climbed out off bed, closing all the windows, still

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[stormybrendan]

Waking up in a bath of sweat Brendan lay there for a moment, a little confused. It had been warm when they went to sleep, the balcony door open so the slightly cooler night air could come in. His eyelids cracked open as he realised they were closed. And there was this 'weight' on him.

Blankets??

What the bloody hell..? He struggled to turn over, looking at Patrick. The man was buried beneath the covers, not even visible.

"Patrick?" he croaked, his throat a little dry. He swallowed and pushed the covers off himself and dragged them down of Patrick's head. "What's going on?"

[patrick_koster]

First thing he realized when he woke up was that it was still cold as hell and he automatically reached back to pull the covers over his head again. "'s Cold," he muttered under his breath, voice low and rough, shivers continuing to rack his body as his arm slowly moved to gather more blankets, stealing some of Brendan's in the process. "Sleep."

[stormybrendan]

"Cold?" Brendan felt the shiver that ran through Patrick, even without touching him. He reached over and took Patrick's shoulder, concern immediately on his face when he felt how hot the man's skin was. "Not bloody cold, mate, you're burnin' up wi' fever," he muttered. He shuffled over closer, reaching for Patrick's forehead, finding it and the skin there dry and hot.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick winced, the slight pounding in his head seemed to be considerably more noticeable overnight. "I'm fine," he said hoarsely, coughing a few times to clear his throat. "I'm fine - need a bit more sleep that's all."

[stormybrendan]

He hurriedly shoved the untouched glass back on the nightstand and stood, helping Patrick to sit up, swinging his legs off the bed. "Put y' arms around m' neck," he told him, ready to lift him up.

[patrick_koster]

Patrick slowly lifted his arms and slipped them around Brendan's neck, wincing and biting down on his lower lip as Brendan helped him out of bed. "Bathroom," he murmured when he was more or less standing upright again, still leaning most of his weight against Brendan.

[stormybrendan]

Arm sliding around Patrick's body and his shoulder tucked under Patrick's Brendan helped him, the two of them shuffling across to the bathroom, the light still on.

[patrick_koster]

"I definitely never looked better," Patrick muttered when he glanced at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. "Could do with a shave though," he murmured, shivering as he averted his gaze and gave Brendan a sideways glance. "I can take it from here, mate." Taking a leak in private one of the things he'd started to appreciate an awful lot during his years in prison.