My first completed Junjo Romantica fanfiction. I'm working on another one, but I'm not so sure about posting it quite yet, even though I've got 3 chapters completed. Well anyway, here's this one for now. Enjoy!

Hiroki was sick, and he hated it. His head was pounding, he couldn't breathe, he had a sore throat, and he couldn't keep anything solid down for more than about ten minutes. He was totally exhausted and miserable.

"Hiro-san," his boyfriend said, coming into their room. "You feeling any better?"

"No," Hiroki groaned, his face buried in the pillow. Suddenly he felt movement on the mattress caused by Nowaki as he sat next to him.

"You need anything?" he asked. Hiroki shook his head, moaning again in pain from having to move.

"I need sleep," he finally muttered. "But I can't...I'm in too much pain..."

"You poor baby!" the younger man gasped. "Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere..." the sick man replied, rolling onto his back with some difficulty. He literally meant everywhere; his whole body ached. Nowaki took this as an opportunity to feel his lover's forehead. He placed his hand there and pulled it away not three seconds later. Hiroki was burning up.

"Have you taken your temperature, babe? You feel like you're on fire!" Nowaki said. Hiroki shook his head, and the dark-haired man swiftly left for the bathroom, returning with a thermometer and a damp washcloth. The brunette opened his mouth and held the instrument under his tongue, then Nowaki leaned down to kiss his warm cheek, holding his hand.

After two minutes, Nowaki took the thermometer from Hiroki's mouth and read the results: 38.8° C (A/N: That's about 101.5° F).

"Wow, Hiro-san," he said, putting the cloth on his forehead. Then he lay next to him and smiled comfortingly. "I'm here if you need me, okay?" This got Hiroki to smile, at least a little smile.

"Thanks," he said. "You're so good to me..."

"Of course! I try to be...because I love you..." Nowaki said with his playful grin.

"I love you too," Hiroki said, closing his eyes. He groaned when his stomach growled a second or so later.

"You hungry, Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked. "I'll go fix you something, okay?"

"Nah, don't bother," the other said. "I'll just throw it up anyway..." He crossed his arms over his still-growling stomach. "I'm starving though..."

"Well, I'll make you something light then...you've gotta get something in you or you won't get better as soon," Nowaki said, his voice taking on an almost childish air.

"What the--?" Hiroki started to ask, giving his boyfriend a strange look.

"What?"

"Just now...you were talking to me like I'm a kid or something..."

Nowaki blushed. "Oh, sorry...force of habit..." Being a pediatrician, he talked to several of his patients in that voice. "I guess taking care of you has put me into work mode," he grinned, kissing Hiroki softly.

"You don't do thatto your patients, do you?" he asked. "Don't tell me you're secretly a pedophile or something..."

Nowaki chuckled. "Nope, my kisses are reserved exclusively for Hiro-san!"

"If you kiss me too much, you'll get sick too," Hiroki argued.

"Then we'll be in bed together! How is that bad?" the younger man asked, and Hiroki rolled his eyes and smirked. "I'll go make you some soup now, okay?"

Hiroki nodded. "Okay, thanks Nowaki..." When he left the room, Hiroki smiled.

Maybe being sick wasn't so terrible after all.