Summary: After loosing a bet he really didn't want to make in the first place, Rogue is suck 'playing nurse' for a sick Sting.
Rating: K+
Artist Comments: I need a good idea for the Rogue one-shot you guys voted on. Unfortunately, while I was going through my pictures in the Fairy Tail folder of my favorites on deviantART, I came across a colored line art of Lucy as a nurse. The plot bunnies made love and look what we have here…this ridiculous thing.
. Don't forget to vote on the poll on my profile for the character. It's been limited to 4 now, but the same characters won't appear each month; come November there'll be four different characters. As of right now, there is an enormous total of 3 votes. Come on guys, I'll give whoever votes a cookie. (and I promise the others won't be as bad; this is just my sad excuse for humor V.V)
Playing Nurse
Why him?
Of all the people who had been in on that stupid bet, why had he been the one who lost? Perhaps he should have listened to Yukino and put his money with everyone else's, and then maybe he wouldn't be in this ridiculous situation. The only thing that could have made it worse was if they tried to force him into a nurse's uniform; but they hadn't.
No, waiting hand and foot on a grumpy and demanding Sting was torture enough. He had learned his lesson; never again would he let himself be drug into one of Ogra's bets. At this point he was so pissed and irritated he couldn't remember what he had even bet on. Sting's inane babbling in the background wouldn't let him keep a thought in his mind for more than a moment anyway.
"Will you shut up?" he growled, throwing a sopping wet towel at him.
Rogue was usual a calm, level-headed man, but faced with his current task; he found it amazing he hadn't run his sword through him yet; Sting was slowly chipping away his last bit of patience.
"But Rogue!" Sting whined deliriously.
"I'm not massaging your feet, now shut up."
"But they hurt!"
"They smell horrible too." The Dragonslayer muttered.
Was five minutes of silence too much to ask for?
"Rogue?"
"For the love of - what do you want?"
"Hug me?"
He barely kept a groan of exasperation from escaping him. "No, you're delirious, go to sleep."
"I want soup."
"You just had soup."
"You're mean."
"You're annoying."
Sting didn't reply. The Dragonslayer breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the plush chair he had claimed. His head was throbbing. It was like this every time he was sick; it was to the point where they'd end up physically fighting to get out of being the unfortunate soul who had to deal with him.
"Rogue!"
And it starts again…
"What?"
"I looooovveee you!" The blonde drawled, an uncharacteristic giggle following.
For a moment, Rogue couldn't speak. He stared at the delirious Dragonslayer with a horrified expression, he couldn't believe his ears. Not only had he said he loved him he had giggled. In all the years he had known him, Sting did not giggle.
"What?" Was all he managed in reply.
"I loooveee youu!" He replied, spreading his arms, "I love you this much!"
"Sting."
"Hmm?"
"Go to sleep before I strangle you."
