Dirk pried his eyes open with a groan. He felt terrible, soaked in his own sweat, and his head pounding. It seemed that he had gotten sick. Oh well, there was nothing to it. He would get up, and go on with his day as if nothing was wrong. No sense in getting Jake all worried.
While Dirk had been deciding on this, Jake had woken up and put on his glasses.
"Morning Dirk!" Jake chirped, his usual cheerful self even first thing in the morning.
"Morning dude." Dirk attempted to pull himself up as well, but his vision swam and he sunk back down. Swearing under his breath he tried again, this time succeeding with some difficulty. Once his vision cleared he noticed Jake staring at him, his green eyes clouded with worry.
"Dirk, are you alright?"
"Course I'm fine-" Dirk tried to brush it off as nothing, but before he could Jake put a hand on his forehead.
"Bloody hell Dirk! You're burning up! Stay right here, you aren't leaving bed today!" Jake then attempted to shove Dirk back under the covers, and for once Dirk let him. It seemed that the day would be spent with his boyfriend taking care of him. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.