Hey! I finally actually posted this! I mentioned it in The Five (my PewDieCry in Amnesia friendship/pre-slash fanfic) and now it's here. XD Enjoy it guys! x
- Livvy x

Pewdiepie was bored. But admitting that made him feel guilty. The truth was, he was sitting in Cry's lounge alone watching TV, and without Cry's witty comments and laughter, he found himself irrefutably bored. It wasn't Cry's fault, really it wasn't, and Felix almost considered himself lucky to be bored, even though it was his vacation.

At least he wasn't bedridden with sickness. Like Cry.

He checked the time on his phone: 12:30 - time to get up. The YouTuber stood up and stretched his muscles, making his way to his friend's room. He quietly crept into the dark room and up to the bed.

"Felix?" Came a raspy voice.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," Pewds whispered affectionately. Cry was bedridden with an exhausting sickness since the previous evening when he'd been sick, and Pewdie had had to guide him gently into his room. He'd then slipped into a deep sleep and has only awoken twice since then. He looked awful.

Pewdie wanted to comfort his friend, but he didn't really know how. He so wanted to hug Cry, but he was scared Cry would throw up again. It was harsh on him this sickness.

"You want some water?" Felix asked.

Cry shook his head feebly. He opened his eyes to look at Felix and even the bright emerald green seemed less vibrant.

"You've got it bad, bro."

"Yeah..."

"You need to sleep," Pewdie encouraged. Cry looked at him with an expression that just ended up turning into a huge yawn.

Cry muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'really? wow' and nuzzled into his pillow. Pewds took a seat next to his friend while rolling his eyes at the statement. The two boys slowly relaxed into sleep together.

Pewds was awakened about an hour later by an unwelcome thud. He quickly sourced the noise.

"Cry, what're you doing?" Pewds asked the lump of duvet and sheets on the floor. He couldn't actually see his friend, but he could hear him softly snoring. The swede smiled to himself and dared to edge towards Cry, not bothering to care about getting infected himself anymore.

He located his friend among the pile and lifted him up into his arms, not waking him at all. He was really out of it. Pewds lay him back on the bed and placed a hand on his forehead. Warm. Too warm. He left the duvet on the floor and just draped a fairly thin blanket over the American with care. He placed his hand on his forehead again, this time for no reason except pointless comfort.

Cry nuzzled into the touch like Maya did sometimes. Felix smiled broadly. He leant down and gently kissed him on the forehead. A wisp of a smile graced Cry's lips as he slept.

Felix looked at his sleeping friend, mimicking his tiny sleep smile.

Pewds didn't regret what he'd done one bit, in fact he wished he could kiss him again... Maybe one day. He sighed and just went for stroking his hair reassuringly. Maybe one day...