Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn't even in the same country as the truth. I don't own anybody, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters' sexual identities.
There'snothingworsethanabadhairday was what James Diamond had always believed. However, this was much worse than that.
Scratchthat.There'snothingworsethanbeingsick.James thought as he sneezed again. Logan Mitchell, his best friend (and secret boyfriend), came in with another pillow and some Kleenex. "Here, sit up." Logan said, putting the pillow behind James' head, propping him up some more. "Better?"
"Yeah." Logan disappeared and came back with some sort of liquid. "Take this. It'll help; it's cough syrup."
James hated this crap, but he took it, joking, "Thanks Dr. Mitchell," which caused Logan to blush.
"You're welcome. Rest up. I'll come back and check on you in a few." When Logan came back 10 minutes later, James was out like a light. Logan quietly shut the door and went to go hang out with Carlos and Kendall for a few minutes, if nothing else just to warn them to stay away from James. Then he went back up to 2J to play the role of doting (secret) boyfriend.