Fanfiction for lilith's fanfiction titled Thief of My Beating Heart!

Written for Shipping Week at Caesar's Palace. Prompt: Illness.

WC: 390

"Hello, everyone," Victor said, sweeping into the room. Mila and Sara were sitting on the loveseat playing a weird game of footsie, while Chris looked bemusedly on from off to the side. Yuuri, of course, was pensively staring into the distance, because that was what he'd taken to doing the past few days. Victor took a deep breath. "I don't mean to alarm everyone, but there's a problem with our next con."

Victor was not the best at not alarming people.

"What kind of problem?' Sara squeaked. Two seamless cons later, and she still was paranoid about being caught by the law.

Clearing his throat, Victor tried to speak again. "Um," he croaked. His voice sounded like it was being wrenched out of a lodge in his throat. He gesticulated as if to say, This is the problem.

"Did seeing me make you speechless, mon ami?" Chris sauntered away from the wall of the room.

Victor gave Chris a pointed look, but he was cut short by a long bout of coughing.

"Any suggestions?" he rasped between coughs. "Solutions?" We can con one of the best protected places in the city, a wine company, and a mountaineering company, but nobody has a cough drop?

"My expertise is stealing, not healing," Mila said smoothly, going back to idly playing with Sara's hair.

Sara looked a bit too intrigued in what Mila's hands were doing to really respond intelligently. "My expertise is wine," she offered.

It was then that Yuuri exasperatedly stalked across the room. He stopped right in front of Victor and raised his hand before having second thoughts and putting it back down. "Don't get me sick," he warned. Then, he leaned in and put his hand on Victor's forehead. Victor felt chills wash through him, and he wasn't sure if it was because of the fever or because Yuuri was so close.

"You have a fever," Yuuri announced. "I would say you need to get in bed, but we don't have beds in this forsaken place due to somebody's personal philosophy."

Mila coughed. "Who?"

Chris coughed a second later. "Ofcourseyuuriwouldwantvictorinbed.'

"Anyway," Yuuri continued, "I will make you some ginger-honey tea."

He swiftly made his way to the kitchen, leaving Victor blushing in the living room. It was good for Victor that he could blame the redness on the congestion.