A/N: just wanted a story about a sick Frodo. Weird, but I feel hungry seeing him vulnerable. Don't get me wrong, I don't like him, I already have a crush who barely notices me as anything but a classmate. So there!

CALLING ALL FRODO FANS AND ALL RELATED, ATTENTION ALL FRODO FANS AND LOTR TRILOGY, I have a special announcement to make: This week will all be about Frodo weaknesses or month, depending on how much free time I get, today's one is Beyond Sick By WendyBaggins though it's not my real name.

Frodo, u sickly fool! No offense.

Chapter 1: Recovering and Receiving

Frodo sank on his bed after an extremely hard day of helping Lord Elrond nurse Pippin back to what seemed to be close to his usual state.

He was so exhausted, he didn't even notice that there was somebody else in the room who had followed him. His eyes closed of their own accord and he let in shaky, uneven breaths to stop the cough from escaping his throat. When that didn't work, he grabbed the nearest pillow and muffled his cough into it.

"Frodo?"

An anxious hand gripped his shoulder, Frodo turned around in alarm but soon relaxed when he saw the familiar figure of his reddish-golden haired cousin.

"Merry..."

"Are you getting sick too?" Merry sat down beside him, and felt his forehead. It was a bit warm.

"I'm fine, Mer. You don't have to worry about me." Frodo said, although he sounded a bit unsure himself.

"You sure you can handle this yourself?"

"I'm fine. I'm always fine." Frodo breathed in and out, trying to get his throat to work properly. Merry knew something, and he didn't like that. 'Don't panic,' he admonished himself, 'act natural, and he'll just leave you alone.'

"Frodo, are you sure, this isn't just your fever talking?" Merry asked again, but this time he sounded a bit aggravated.

"Merry, why are you so angry? I told you I didn't mean to give Pip those mushrooms..."

"I'm not talking about that!" Merry finally popped like a balloon. "It's you !"

"Me?" Frodo repeated faintly. "What did I do now?"

"You're saying you're fine, when you're so obviously not fine, you smile and pretend everything's okay, you stay strong and hide every little thing about you you don't want us to find out, when I looked at you for more than a second, you immediately turned away, looking scared! Are you scared of me, that's what I'm talking about! I'm talking about you being quieter than usual, staring at things sharp, avoiding eye contact with me, with everyone, getting your hands sweaty when Pippin, or someone new or injured notices you! It's like you're hiding something and you don't want me to know! I can see it in your eyes, Frodo! Why won't you tell me!"

Frodo looked away, close to tears. "I can't."

"Why?!" Merry shouted. "You keep your emotions locked up, and then you feel upset when Pippin keeps his own inside, but how will we be able to find out if you won't tell us?! Listen to yourself, Frodo! Those are the exact words you said to Pip! You were trying to stay strong for us, so why can't you let us be strong for you, for once?! For once, why can't you let us take care of you?!"

By now, Merry was crying. Angry tears, Frodo recognised.

"Because... because..." he stammered, at a loss of words. There was a lump in his throat that stopped him from saying what he wanted to say and that agitated Merry more.

"That's it! you're so stubborn and full of it! I'm done with you!" he screamed and stormed off in a rage.

Frodo stared after him, the tears frozen on his face, then collapsed on the bed, sobbing, a pillow to muffle the sound, eventually crying himself to sleep.