Peter/Nathan

Nathan woke with a pounding headache, his mouth tasting like someone had shoved it full of week old road kill, and a stiffness that could only be put down to sleeping on a subpar mattress. Sunlight all but blinded him when he opened his eyes, even though the curtains were drawn, and the little noises of someone moving around him made him want to scream.

"You're up? Here, drink this, and take these. They'll help."

"Pete?" He didn't dare open his eyes again, but that was his brother's voice, the familiar feel of his brother's caring hands wiping his forehead and putting a cup and some pills into his grip.

"You drank a lot last night, you need to get rehydrated. And a shower will probably do you some good, too. Do you feel nausaeus?"

"I—no, I don't—but, what's going on? Why am I at your place?" He took a swallow of the liquid and tried not to cringe at the taste, deciding he never wanted to know what was in it, then took the pills.

"I didn't want you going home to Heidi like this, I thought it would be better if we kept it quiet."

Nathan gave a sigh of relief, but then stopped, because even that much of an effort hurt. "Thanks, Pete, you're the best."

"…I know, Nathan. You're welcome."