"Ugh, I feel so sick," Cooper was kneeling by the toilet, drool spooling from his mouth.
"You didn't drink that much, this doesn't make sense," Blaine said as he tended to his brother, dabbing his face with a cool wet cloth.
"I think that old shrimp in the fridge was bad, you were right Blaine. It smelled off and I still ate it. Oh God my stomach hurts," Cooper moaned in pain before bending over to vomit again. Afterward, he slumped against the toilet, head resting on the edge in utter defeat.
"It's gonna be okay Coop. I'll take care of you."
Blaine had to get Cooper out of his puke-stained clothes. Feeling his brother's overheated skin, Blaine knew he had to somehow get Cooper cooled down.
"Here Coop, let's get you in the shower," Blaine said as he helped his stricken brother into the tub.
"I don't know if I can stand up Blainey," Cooper said shakily.
"Just sit down, that's right. Just gonna run some water to clean you up and bring your temperature down."
Cooper mainly kept his eyes closed, as if to shut away the awful nausea and dizzying fever. It's probably better that way, Blaine mused, I don't have to pretend that I'm not admiring his beautiful naked form. Even covered in puke and delirious, his brother was gorgeous.
Twelve hours later, Cooper was finally back to 100%.
"I owe you one little B. I'm so glad that's over."
"Anytime Coop. That's what brothers are for."