A/N: Due to the reviews I decided to continue this story. This chapter is short, but I promise more will follow. Enjoy and R&R.
Roger sighed, relieved that he had finally gotten the film maker to sleep. He didn't mind taking care of him, but it was defiantly a challenge, one that he had faced many times. Taking one last look at his sleeping lover, he slipped from the room ready to take a break, only to find Collins sprawled on the couch.
"When did you get here?" He blurted out.
"Well, hello to you too," Collins voice rasped as he turned to face his friend.
Roger blushed, "Sorry. Hi Collins, now when did you get here?"
"Try about three minutes ago. You don't mind if I crash here tonight do you? I just don't feel like trudging back to my apartment."
Roger shook his head as he felt a headache coming on. Now he was going to have two sick people to look after. It never failed. First Mark would get sick, then Collins, then...
A soft rap on the door interrupted his thoughts, a soft albeit persistent knock. He stumbled over to the door, tripping over someone's shoes in the process. Before he even looked at the person on the other side of the door he already knew who it was. Maureen.
"Hi Mo. I'm taking it that you're sick to. Come in, make your self comfortable. Give me ten minutes and I'll have a bowl of soup ready."
Without waiting for a reply the musician turned and went to the kitchen, ready to make enough soup to feed an army, literally.
The figure standing in the door way looked confused and she looked at Collins for some sort of an explanation. Not getting one, she shuffled over to the beat up armchair dragging and assortment of blankets and pillows with her and kicking the door shut behind her. Plopping down she artfully arranged her blankets before pulling a small book out of one of the many folds.
Glancing up from the preparations Roger sighed. There was no way around it, before the week was up there would be a full house consisting of Mark, Collins, Maureen, Mimi, and most likely, Joann. So much for his nice little break before he had to tend to Mark.