#46 – 'Illness' by Lar-lar.
Author notes: XD Oh yes! I totally forgot about this one and it's one of the ones I most enjoyed writing too! Much like the church thing, I should not associate 'flu' with 'cross dressing'. Enjoy my warped mind It's set when they're a little older, they're living together in my mind so... yeah. I only have two more ready-written after this one so I'll probably start taking number requests soon
Disclaimer: I do not own South Park or any of its characters.
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"I still don't see how this is supposed to make you better, Craig." Tweek Tweak muttered to his long-term boyfriend, loud enough for the other, a one Craig Cramer, to hear him through the closed bathroom door.
Really, Craig had some odd ideas some times...
"Oh, but it will make me feel better, at the very least." The brunette replied, a happiness in his voice that had been lost for the past few days thanks to the flu-bug he had managed to catch. "You do want me to feel better, don't you, Blondie...?" Tweek rolled his eyes, he could just imagine the fake pout and puppy-dog eyes that
went along with that question.
"Do I?" He grumbled back, pulling at the clothes he had somehow been convinced to wear, God! They were tight and not particularly easy to put on, either.
The things I do for...
"Hey!" Followed by a light coughing fit came the response to the question the blonde had not been sure the other had heard, this time the hurt in his voice sounding more real and causing Tweek to smile to himself as he shook his head.
"Fine, alright." He conceded, he had the clothes on already anyway and it was not like anyone else was going to see him in this... abomination. "Go back to bed, I'll be right in." He added, taking another look at himself in the bathroom mirror, the sight that greeted him almost scary in how normal he looked, dress-up nurse's uniform or not.
He sighed and reached for the finishing touch; a crappy white paper hat with a big red cross on the front, taking a second to check he had that on straight before making his way out of the safety of the bathroom, pulling at the short, white dress as he went and trying not to trip on the stupidly high shoes, made even harder to walk in thanks to the white stockings inside them being so slippery...
"There," he announced in all his white, criminally short-dressed glory, on entering the room, "feel better now?" Adding a little twirl for effect at the smile his new attire had gotten from the other, making his way over to the bed.
"Oh, much" The brunette grinned over to his very own, personal nurse, reaching up to wrap his arms around his waist. Tweek unable to not smile back, despite how ridiculous he felt. "So Nurse Tweek," he began, voice low, and with no sign of the sore throat that had plagued him recently, "you know what I feel like right now?"
"And what would that be?" The blonde practically purred, leaning into rest his forehead against that of his boyfriends, germs be damned.
Maybe if I get sick I can get some pay back with this stupid dress-up game of his
"Some juice." Tweek pulled back from his boyfriend, frowning down to him at that request.
"What?" He asked again, confused. That had certainly not been the answer he had been expecting.
"Apple juice, Tweek?" He said again, pulling away himself before pausing for a moment. "Oh, and some more tissues, if we have any left." He smiled appreciatively to the other for a moment before snuggling back down into bed, coughing again for a second before letting his eyes fall closed. "Thanks, Cutie."
Tweek simply blinked.
Really, why do I bother?