I haven't spell checked very well and its midnight so I'm sorry in advance…

Garrett POV

"Go fish," Kate laughed, grinning at me as I begrudgingly pulled a card up off the pack, wincing as my ribs protested.
"I like poker better," I grumbled, trying not to laugh. Our game had moved to the longue now and had worked to encompass Charlie, who had eagerly – a little too eagerly – agreed to play.
"We should play snap," he chuckled, his positive attitude never dampened. "This is getting repetitive. I mean, not the game, just Garrett losing continually." He smirked at me and I grinned back, rather relieved to know I was part of whatever friendship he and Carlisle had.
"When I can stand, I'm going to kick your ass," I threatened. It was just a shame I couldn't keep a straight face.
"You're on, pretty boy."
"Save your love for when we're gone," Siobhan teased. "How about we get takeaways and watch a movie or something? I'm not the most mature person-"
"You've got that right," Carlisle interrupted. In response he got a pillow launched at him.
"-But go fish is incredibly boring," she finished, giggling as he returned fire. "Don't start something you cant finish, dork.
"Why are you always trying to feed us?" I chuckled. "Every time you come in here you're trying to feed us."
"Aww, but look at you! You're so little and need to eat your greens and grow up big and strong," she announced in a singsong voice, trapping Carlisle in a sort of headlock and messing up his already messy hair, effectively making him laugh. My god that laugh. She released him after a minute, kissing his forehead. "Give me your phone. They can bloody well deliver it; I'm not moving."
He squirmed but didn't say anything as she reached into his pocket, retrieving it.

Although I was supposed to be focused on the TV, I was acutely aware of every little move Carlisle made. If I even so much as cleared my throat, he would glance up to see if I was alright. But as the night wore on, I realised it was him coughing all the time and not me. He seemed too pale now, and his hair was starting to stick to him and it was immediately obvious he was sick.
"Carlisle." I nudged him, getting him to focus on me again.
"Are you okay?" he asked straight away, worry flashing across his face.
"Yes, but you're not. I made you sick, didn't I?"
"I probably would have caught whatever it is anyway," he mumbled, leaning against me unintentionally. His temperature radiated through my sleeve and I badly wished I could hug him properly.
"You go to bed," I urged. "You must be tired, surely."
"Hmm." He pulled himself closer to me, his head resting on my shoulder. "How do you feel?"
"Better. Go to bed."
"Maybe its only a twenty four hour thing…"
"Carlisle, go to bed, dude," I chuckled, rubbing his leg.
"You were up as long as I was last night," he argued, his voice becoming more muffled by my clothing.
"Yes, but I wasn't the one running around after me. Go to bed."
Looking down, he bit his lip. "I'm okay here…I want to stay with you…" he murmured shyly, seeming to crave the comfort.
A surge of joy rushed through me and I couldn't hide a smile. "That's sweet, but I'm going to be here in the morning."
"Okay," he agreed reluctantly, slowly getting to his feet, swaying unsteadily. "But how are you going to get…"
"Carlisle, you seem to ignore the fact that there are three other people here," I teased, making Charlie chuckle under his breath.
"I'll keep an eye on him," he assured him. "Now go to bed. You look like shit."
He nodded and stumbled down the hallway.

"Garrett, wake up, buddy." Charlie shook me awake, offering a very forced smile when I glanced up at him, squinting into the light that leeched out of the hallway.
I glanced at the clock. 4am. I'd only been in bed three hours. "W-what's happening?" The look on his face told me that this was no friendly visit.
"I have to take Carlisle to A&E. I'm not sure how long it's going to take, but if its more than a few hours I'll call one of my friends to babysit you, okay? I'll call you." He pushed my phone into my hand as I stared up at him, dazed.
I tried to sit up, panicked. "Is he okay?! What happened? I have to-"
He pushed me back. "I have to go. Stay here and be good." He hurried out of the room, back to Carlisle. About a minute later the front door slammed.

He has to be okay. He has to be okay. He has to be okay. I hadn't slept and now the sun was coming up and they still weren't back. They still weren't back. Where was my Carlisle?
I almost cried in relief when I heard the door open and Charlie warning him to be careful. "Charlie, is he ok-"
"I'm fine, Garrett. It was just an overreaction," Carlisle told me, smiling tiredly as he leant against my door. He looked completely exhausted and completely fucking adorable; his hair all messed up and half asleep.
"What happened?" I examined him carefully, trying to see any sort of injury or illness. He still didn't look well, but no worse than before.
He sighed and came to sit next to me, stifling a yawn. "Nothing, really. Just the coughing…it wasn't so great for my lungs, that's all. But the doctor gave me this, so I'm okay now." He held his hand up, showing me the edge of an inhaler.
"Asthmatic?" I guessed. "You didn't tell me that."
"I never had too…I didn't want to worry you." Dropping his eyes to the floor, he swallowed thickly.
"Now I'm worried," I grumbled, eyeing him carefully.
"I'm fine," he repeated. "Do you want breakfast?"
"Go to sleep! You've been up alright!" I scolded, desperately trying to sit up.
He just laughed. "I'm eating whether you are or not. Are you hungry?"
I sighed, not saying anything.
"You're eating then," he announced, going into the kitchen.

He tried to pretend that everything was normal but he was starting to become stupid with sleep deprivation. His movements were fumbled and he could barely get his food in his mouth as we sat together eating.
"Do you need me to feed you, Carlisle?" I teased, smirking as I watched him try to process my comment.
"Wouldn't that be a change," he managed eventually, grinning when I blushed and looked down.
"Shut up. Jerk."
"Jerk, huh? Maybe I should have let you starve instead. No porridge or mash potato or anything else remotely sloppy for baby Garrett."
"Hey. I didn't exactly enjoy being fed," I grumbled. To be honest, I would let him put anything in my mouth. Anything.
"It's almost over now, anyway. You'll be able to sit up properly in a few days." He flopped down beside me suddenly, almost making my spill my breakfast, and cuddled into my side.
I frowned. "You're warm."
"I know. You got me sick," he accused half-heartedly. "And now you have to cuddle it better…"
I decided I really like stupidly sleep deprived Carlisle.

Carlisle POV

"You'll be able to sit up properly in a few days." As I spoke, the room started to spin and I knew I should have been more careful; I vaguely aware that I was hyperventilating and needed to get it under control before he thought I was going to suffocate. In the end, I just lay down next to him, trying to kill the stomach churning feeling.
"You're warm," he murmured, his fingers touching my cheek.
I forced back a smile at the sensation the coolness of his hand created. "I know. You got me sick," I told him in hopes of not seeming overly affectionate. In reality I could have stayed like this forever; it was absolutely wonderful being this close to him and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to be closer. He was so pretty in this light too; the sun filtered through his hair, making it shine red and his eyelashes seemed three times longer than usual…holy shit. I was a moron. At what point in my life did I start looking at people's motherfucking eyelashes. What the fuck, Carlisle?! "And now you have to cuddle it better." Nope, worse than a moron. A cock sucking, motherfucking idiot. Goddammit.
But he didn't reply, throwing his arm around me and pulling me a little closer – which I happily assisted him with – and lying back against the pillows, closing his eyes. Great. Well, now I'm defiantly going to stare at him, aren't I. There is no way in hell I'm passing up an opportunity like that. Fuck, he was beautiful.
"You just about gave me a heart attack last night," he grumbled.
I felt my face grow hot, embarrassed at having made a scene. "I just got a little…breathless. I probably would have been fine if Charlie had stayed in bed." That wasn't the case at all; if Charlie had stayed in bed I would have been dead. Coughing like that defiantly wasn't a good thing…I would have to find a way to thank him later.
"Still." He squeezed me a little and I struggled not to sigh. It felt so fucking good. "Go to sleep, okay? You're obviously tired, and you look like shit."
I know, trust me. Stupid gorgeous son of a bitch. "I'm not that t-" And then he started running his fingers through my hair and that was it, I was seconds away from passing out. I thanked the seven gods that I had washed it recently.
"Just go to sleep already. Don't be a dork."
I couldn't even open my mouth to offer a retort regarding the lame insult.
"Sleep, okay? You haven't slept too nights in a row, and you're sick and you just spent god knows how many hours sitting in the emergency room; I know how shitty you feel. Sleep, alright?" Garrett insisted. By god, if he kept touching me like that, I didn't have a choice in the matter.

"Carlisle…" His voice sounded like it was coming down a tunnel and the light burnt when I forced my eyes open.
"Yeah..?" My throat felt raw and I wasn't even sure I'd spoken loud enough for him to hear me. When I glanced up at him he offered a smile.
"You're going to hurt your neck lying like that. Why don't you go to bed?" he suggested, shifting his arm.
A sore neck was worth it if it meant I got to stay there, but I realised he probably just wanted personal space so I forced myself to nod. "The doctor gave me sleeping pills…I'll take one and…" I trailed off, sinking my teeth into my lip as I sat up and every muscle in my body screamed in protest.
"That's a good idea."
I turned to face him once I was on my feet. "D-do you want to get changed or-"
"You seem to enjoy sleeping in jeans, so I'll give it a try," he smiled, taking pity on me.
I almost smiled back, stumbling down the hallway.