A story, OLS, fluff! ^_~ Brotherly Jim/Gene fic. NO YAOI. I like yaoi, but Gene raised Jim, Ew to the end of time!!! That would be like incest. XD Hi Kate-Kate-Dono! =p Call me!

Title: Sick Today

Rating: PG

Genre: Angst/Drama

Summary: **PRE OLS** Well, it's not JIM who gets sick, it's GENE that gets really sick and has to stay in bed. Jim has to take care of his aniki. Gene is so sick that he can't get out of bed! He has to make breakfast, lunch, dinner. While working. And taking care of his aniki. Do laundry. Serve Gene hand and foot. And on top of all that he's not feeling to good himself but doesn't tell Gene. Plus Child Protective Services?! Can Jim pull it off?

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~~~~~~~~ (Jim is eight, and Gene is seventeen.)

Getting up that morning at twelve, well, it was morning to Gene, was especially weak. His legs felt like Jello and he could barely walk. He felt like he was burning and had to shuffle around in his boxers. Why in the heck was it so dang hot?! It didn't make sense. He had to stop at the edge of the couch and dangle a bit, flopped on the back of it. Gene could feel his stomach churn and he was starting to get dizzy. Gene knew that he had to be sick. That was the only explanation of why he felt so bad!

When Jim walked in he walked up to his aniki. He didn't look to good.

"Aniki? Are you feeling okay?" Jim asked, walking up to him. Gene looked like he was about to puke. "Ani-ACK!"

Gene did throw up, right on the couch.

"Watch where you're throwing up!" Jim warned, looking away from it. But he knew that he would have to clean it up sooner or later. Then he heard a bang on the floor.

That's when Gene had passed out. Jim ran to his aniki's side, shaking him. He was burning up and was pale. What in the heck was wrong with him?! Aniki never got sick before. Not to Jim's knowledge anyway.

"Aniki! Aniki! Don't do this to me! You're scaring me!" said Jim, shaking him some more. Gene moaned on the floor for him to stop. "We have to get you to your bed. Umm...shoot...how are we going to do this? I can't carry you. You're to big for me to carry."

"I can..do this by myself," Gene whispered, coughing. He tired to sit up but just plopped back down. No energy surged through his body at all. "Okay. Maybe....I fibbed a bit..Jim...I don't feel so good...augh.."

"Hey, Gene, don't pass out again on me!" Jim pleaded.

Gene got dizzy again and to much pressure went on his head. He started squirming in discomfort. But the squirming was almost undetectable to Jim. Jim wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't carry him. Drag him, maybe. That was the only way. If he hadn't done that on the couch maybe he could've done that. Jim sighed.

"Forgive me for this. But I'll have to drag you," Jim said to his unconscious friend.

He started pulling him by the arm, his aniki really had to loose some weight, Jim would have to remind him later. Jim found that to be useless and had to grab him by the legs, put them under his arms, and pull with all of the might an eight year old could muster. It took a while but Jim finally got him in the room. The problem not was getting him on the bed. He shook his head. This was tiring enough. But aniki helped him before, so he would have to do this for him, even if it did wear his body to the bone.

Jim dragged him to the bed and sat him up against it. That's when he noticed Gene wasn't unconscious, Gene was only sleeping! That bum! Jim pouted for a moment and got up on the bed. On his knees, Jim pulled Jim up by the arms halfway up to the bed. Taking another deep breath Jim pulled again and got Gene up and sat him against the wall. Still sleeping, Gene started shivering. He had to be cold so Jim put the blanket on him. Now all Jim had to do was get his temperature and get it down. It was obvious that he had one since his whole body was hot to the touch.

"Okay, thermometer," said Jim to himself.

He jumped down and pranced out of the room into the bathroom. Jim stretched to reach the cabinet above the sink and couldn't reach it. He brought the stool over and stood up on it and got up there. Opening it, he had to dig through everything, throwing things on the floor to find it through medicine and dust. Gene never really *did* get sick, did he? Jim found it and smiled to himself in victory. It didn't last very long until he lost his balance and fell off the stool.

Fortunately, it hadn't been that high of the ground. All Jim did was fall on his behind. Jim got up and headed towards the room. When he went in there he found that Gene had fallen over, his head on the pillow, shivering from his head to toes.

Walking up to him he was cautious because he didn't look to good. Gene looked like he was going to throw up again. And Jim didn't want to end up like the couch. Tipy-toeing over there, he shook Gene when he got there. Gene seemed to growl at Jim as his whole body ached. Jim smiled at him when he opened is eye lids that seemed like a hundred pounds.

"What?" Gene asked with pain in his voice. "I'm not feeling...to good..Jim..."

"I kind of noticed that," Jim said with a small chuckle. He brought out the thermometer. "Open your mouth."

"..." Gene looked embarrassed.

"What's the problem now??"

"Don't you know where that kind *cough* of thermometer goes?" Gene questioned, with a raised eyebrow. He crawled up together with his blanket. "And you ain't.... putting.....it there."

"Aniki!" Jim shouted at him. "Where's the other one then?"

"That's the only one."

"Oh, great," Jim said sarcastically. "Well, I'm just going to get some ice. I'll get a regular one later. That sound okay? Just rest for now."

"Right..." Gene said, drifting off into dream land.

Jim jumped off the bed, sighing. Hopefully he would be better soon...

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