Disclaimer: Still not mine. Sadly.
A/N: I'm so sorry that I haven't posted anything in a while. I've been so busy since the new term started and I no longer have the luxury of writing in my classes because I have no computer access in my new classes. So sad. But anyways, I'm hoping to write another series story after this oneshot, if I have the time. So don't forget about me!
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Just a Cold
"Mark, you look like you've been thrown off of the roof or something." Roger said as he walked into the bedroom that they shared. Mark was huddled up in his bed, the covers wrapped around his shoulders tightly. He sneezed and shivered some more.
"I feel like shit." He managed to get out, looking up at his best friend. Roger eyed him for a moment before walking out, returning with a bottle of water and an assortment of medicine. "Open." He said, holding the thermometer out to Mark.
"But I just have a cold!" He protested, his words becoming muffled as Roger stuffed the thermometer into his open mouth. Mark glared at him, pouting as Roger looked extremely pleased with himself. Finally, it beeped and Roger took it, reading over the numbers. "Jesus Christ Mark."
Mark reached for the thermometer and read the numbers as well, groaning and falling back on his bed. "Fine, give me the medicine." He grumbled as he heard Roger shaking the pill bottles. Moments later he had swallowed them all, sitting up again. "I hate being sick…" He mumbled. "Rog, you should go so you don't get whatever I have. You can't afford to get sick."
Roger shook his head. "Nope, I'm staying right here with you." He said as he sat down next to the filmmaker, making sure the blanket was still covering him. Mark turned and gave him a disapproving look, but didn't protest this time. He liked Roger's company.
"You need to rest." Roger said after a moment of silence, pulling Mark down by the shoulders very carefully so he was now lying down. Mark pouted at him, making himself comfortable on his pillow. "Will you stay?"
Roger nodded. "Of course I'll stay." He said with a small smile. "As long as you promise to try to sleep." Mark nodded in response, sighing slightly. Roger smiled and ruffled his hair as Mark closed his eyes.
"I can't sleep" Mark said after a while, opening his eyes to look at Roger, who was nodding off himself. He jumped, rubbing his eyes. "Wha-oh…okay." Mark looked at him apologetically. "Sorry." He said with a blush.
"No worries." Roger replied, touching his friend's forehead lightly. "Your fever is going down, the medicine must be working." Mark smiled, taking his bottle of water and drinking some. "Good. I'm glad to hear that."
Roger nodded slightly. "Yeah, maybe you just have a one day bug or something." Mark smiled and nodded, leaning back on Roger's chest and then sliding off. "Sorry." He mumbled, his cheeks turning red. Roger laughed and pulled him back. "It's fine, whatever makes your comfortable." Mark smiled gratefully up at him, closing his eyes again and drifting off to sleep, his head on Roger's chest.
Roger smiled and sighed, stroking Mark's arm every so often as he slept. "Friends till the end…" he muttered softly, looking down at his sleeping face. "Friends till the end…"
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A/N: Woah. Okay. I hope this is as good as I think it is. You all let me know, okay?