ONESHOT

Filling another void -_-

Allistor Kirkland sat at his desk, his head was pounding, his body was burning up with a fever, he had a cough that shook his whole body, and a case of the shakes. But would he say he was sick…

Hell no!

He didn't need his brother, Arthur, knowing either. Arthur had been staying with him for a week at the most. Allistor hadn't started to feel bad until two nights ago…but he couldn't and wouldn't tell Arthur.

Arthur walked down the hallway. He had been noticing Allistor acting different for the past few days and needed to see the man himself.

"Scotland," Arthur opened his office door. "Are you in here?"

"Yes," Allistor replied. "Now git yer wee ass outta here, I'm working!"

Arthur studied Allistor. Allistor's forehead dripped with sweat and his body was shaking, he was clearly holding in a cough.

"Well then," Arthur walked closer to his brother. "You don't look like you'll get much work done in this condition…"

Arthur tried to feel Allistor's forehead, but the Scotsman knocked his hand away and stood up.

"I'm not sick ye wee slug," Allistor said. "Now git outta here!"

Allistor crossed his arms and faced the wall.

Arthur sighed and walked over to his brother.

Arthur tried to feel his forehead again and this time Allistor figured it was pointless to try to hide it.

"You're burning up," Arthur said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm not a weak sissy like ye," Allistor said. "I don't need people when I'm sick!"

"You clearly are functioning perfectly well…" Arthur said sarcastically. "Why don't you go to bed?"

"I don't need to go to bed ye we caterpillar," Allistor yelled back, but he lost his balance about mid sentence when the room began to spin, he grabbed onto his desk but Arthur helped him up as well. "I can take care of myself…"

"Get into bed now," Arthur was happy to be in the older brother role for once. "I'll be right back…"

Allistor gritted his teeth but figured it was for the best anyway.

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Allistor lay in his bed. His Scottish flag pillow underneath his sweaty neck and the sheets pulled up to his chest. He refused to admit he was sick.

Arthur walked into Allistor's room with a wet washcloth and a spoon of medicine.

"Sit up and take this," Arthur handed Allistor the spoon. "It'll make you feel better."

"Fer the record," Allistor said. "I'm only doing this fer you."

"Good," Arthur smugly smiled. "That's all I ask…"

Allistor swallowed the medicine and coughed violently. Arthur sat down next to him, placed the washcloth on his forehead and felt his cheeks.

"I still don't understand why you didn't tell me," Arthur said. "I could've helped you."

"I don't like help…" Allistor replied.

"And why not?" Arthur asked.

"It," Allistor stammered. "It makes me feel weak…"

"Bullocks," Arthur replied. "Everyone needs help sometimes…you included brother."

"I," Allistor was prepared to admit defeat. "I guess you're right…"

"You rest," Arthur said. "I'll go put some tea on for the both of us."

"Not that stuff," Allistor joked. "It keels me."

"Oh bugger off," Arthur joked right back and laughed as he stood up to leave. "Go to sleep would yah?"

"Will do," Allistor said. "Oh and Arthur?"

"Yeah." Arthur turned around.

"Thanks." Allistor said.

"You're welcome," Arthur smiled. "You bloody git."

RNR