Author's note: I feel I must apologize for how long it has taken me to get this chapter out. I am very sorry to those of you who wanted it sooner, but I was trying to get over my writers block. Thank you to all of you who reviewed. Fanfiction doesn't want to let me into my reviews right now, but thank you to all of you. I will have responses in the next chapter.

Chapter 13

Love is the only incident
An infatuation
Is this sweet manipulation?
Well, I was frightened myself
What is love?


It's a fine inclination
A lovely retardation
What is life but a reality vacation?
Indulging operation
What is love?


The worthiest damnation
Sweet temptation
What is love?

- Ima Robot

When Will woke the next morning, he didn't feel well at all. He felt achy everywhere and just wanted to roll over and fall asleep again. His chest was tight, and he knew that he had some sort of infection. He looked at Jack who was cuddled up next to him. Will didn't want to wake him by moving to get medicine but he knew he had to. "Jack," he said quietly, trying not to strain his voice. His throat hurt, and he knew it was going to hurt to talk.

Jack stirred a little, but he didn't really want to wake up. "Shh, I'm sleeping."

"Jack," Will said quietly. "I don't feel well."

Jack opened his eyes and looked at Will. "What's wrong?" he asked; sleep still in his voice and eyes.

"I don't feel well," Will repeated. He didn't want to talk anymore, he just wanted to go back to sleep.

Jack sat up in bed and pressed a cool hand against Will's forehead. "You've got a fever, babe." He looked at Will, suddenly alert. "You can't go to work today, you're too sick." Getting out of bed, he went to get his phone so that Will could call the office and tell them he wouldn't be in.

Will sighed and pulled the blankets up over him. He didn't want to be sick, he hated being sick.

Jack came back into the bedroom and handed the phone to Will. "I'm going to get the thermometer." He left the bedroom and went into the bathroom. He had never had to care for Will when he was sick, and wasn't sure if Will was a good patient or a bad one. "I should have paid more attention to the signs that he was getting sick!" Jack chided himself. "He was tired really early, even if we did have amazing sex."

He grabbed the thermometer and walked back to the bedroom to see how sick Will was. "I hope he isn't too sick," Jack whispered. He sat down on the bed next to Will and stroked his boyfriend's cheek. "Did you call?"

"Yeah," Will replied. "They said it's fine." He closed his eyes. "Can I go to sleep?"

"In a minute, let me take your temperature." Jack turned the thermometer on. "Open your mouth," he commanded.

Will did as he was told and let Jack take his temperature. "I'm sorry I don't feel well," Will said, trying to apologize with the thermometer in his mouth.

"Hush," Jack said. "It's not your fault your sick, but I don't want you to talk with the thermometer in your mouth, either. You won't get a proper temperature reading."

Will smiled at Jack and kept quiet until the thing beeped. "What's it say?" he asked.

Jack looked at it and sighed. "One hundred and two point four," Jack replied. "You're really sick." He ran a hand through Will's hair and sighed. "How did you get so sick?"

"The guy whose hearing was yesterday was sick. I must have caught it from him," Will said quietly. He started to cough and then just moaned because of the pain it cause his chest.

"I'll get you some medicine. Try to relax," Jack said, going back into the bathroom for some cough syrup. He returned a minute later and gave Will a dose of medicine. "You'll be all better in a few days." He kissed Will's burning forehead.

"Are you going to stay with me?" Will asked. He didn't think Jack would leave him, but he wanted to be sure that he would have his boyfriend with him all day.

"Of course!" Jack replied. "I wouldn't leave you alone in this state. You're way too sick."

Will nodded and squirmed under the covers. "Can I go back to sleep?"

"Yes, go ahead." Jack pulled the blankets up and tucked them around Will. "I'm sorry you're sick."

Will nodded and quickly fell asleep.

Jack sighed and left the bedroom. He needed to talk to Grace because she was one of the only people that had taken care of Will when he'd been sick. Crossing the hall, he opened the door and let himself in to Grace and Will's apartment. "Hey, G," he greeted.

Grace looked up from the couch where she was eating chips. "Hey, Jack. What's up?"

Jack flopped down next to Grace on the couch. "Will's sick."

"Is he alright? What's wrong with him?" Grace asked, concerned. She continued to munch on her chips, looking at Jack intently.

"He's got a high fever and doesn't feel well. I know what to do, I am a nurse after all, but I wanted to know what he's like as a patient." Jack looked at Grace and smiled grimly. "Could you tell me?"

"Sure," Grace replied. "He's a baby."

Jack snickered. "Really?"

Grace nodded. "Yes, he is a baby when he's sick. Just force him to drink and eat, otherwise he won't do so and I'll end up eating what he won't finish."

"Eew," Jack replied. "You want to eat what he doesn't finish?"

Grace looked uncomfortable. "No…"

Jack made a disgusted face and got up from the couch. "Well, I'll come by if I need anything. Thanks for the help."

"You're welcome, Jack," Grace said. She paused for a minute before asking, "Jack, how are you feeling?"

Jack waved his hand to dismiss her, showing he didn't want to talk about it, and left the apartment.

Grace sighed and settled back on the couch. She wanted to help Will and Jack, but she needed to be at work in an hour so that she could catch up on some work. She wasn't normally one to work when she didn't have to, but there were some things she needed to do and hopefully she would be able to leave early.

She did know that Jack and Will should be given time to bond, it was why she hadn't offered to help Jack take care of Will. Sighing, she got up from the couch and put the chips away. If she was lucky, she would be able to catch a quick breakfast at McDonald's before heading to work.

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Will slept well after Jack gave him the medicine; it was when he woke up three hours later that he felt like something had run him over and reversed. He saw Jack leaning over him and started.

Jack stared at him, confused. "Something wrong?"

"No, uh, you just startled me is all." Will gave a weak smile and rolled over. "What do you want?"

"Grace told me you were a baby when you were sick, she didn't tell me you were a bitch," Jack teased, feeling Will's forehead to see how the fever was.

Will muttered something Jack didn't catch and pulled the cover up higher. "Sorry."

Jack smiled. "It's alright; we're all a little nasty when we're sick. How're you feeling?"

"Like something is stomping on me," Will replied. He was whining more than anything.

"Would you like some pills?" Jack asked, grinning at Will's voice.

"Yeah," Will muttered. He curled up in a ball and watched Jack. "Thanks, buddy, I know I'm awful to be around when I'm sick. Luckily, it doesn't happen too often."

Jack smiled to himself as he took some Advil out of a drawer. "Don't worry about it, just get some rest."

Will nodded and closed his eyes. "Okay."

Jack rolled his eyes. "Take the Advil first!" He chuckled at Will who opened his eyes and smiled sheepishly.

Will dry swallowed the Advil and wished he had asked for a glass of water since his throat was so raw.

"Go to sleep," Jack whispered, kissed Will's cheek and walked out the door. Jack went into his living room and sank into the couch. He was tired but didn't want to fall asleep incase Will woke up and needed him.

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Grace walked into work and set her stuff down on the table. She didn't have any clients to work with, but she decided it would be best to come into the office and just catch up.

The phone ran and Grace jumped, not expecting to hear from anyone.

"Grace Adler Designs, this is Grace Adler speaking," Grace greeted. She was curious as to who would be calling.

"Hello!" the person on the other end greeted. "My name's Joan Clark and I was wondering if you could design my master bedroom."

"Of course," Grace replied. "When would you be available for me too see the room?"

"Well, my family and I will be out of town until next Thursday. Would you be able to come next Friday?" Joan Clark asked.

"Sure." Grace got her date book out and flipped to the Friday. "What time would be good for you, Mrs. Clark?"

"Two O'Clock? Is that alright for you?" she asked.

"That's fine," Grace replied. "I'll see you then."

"Thank you, good bye." Joan Clark hung up.

Grace hung the phone up as well and returned to sorting her things out. She looked up at the clock and rolled her eyes, Karen was late.

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Two hours later, Karen walked in to Grace Adler Designs and sat down in her chair. "Sorry, honey, Rosario wanted Friday off and I had to deny her food until she agreed that she would stay."

Grace stared at Karen. "How can you…" She noticed the confused look on Karen's face and stopped speaking. "Never mind."

Karen cocked her head to the side but shrugged. "Alright." She looked at Grace's clothes and raised an eyebrow. "Where've you been shopping? The Salvation Army? That blouse doesn't even match itself let alone those shoes!"

"Well, it might be a little out of style, but it is still very pretty!" Grace protested. She liked her green and yellow blouse and white shoes,

"Even blind people wouldn't think that was pretty!" Karen laughed at her own joke and picked up new nail polish and started to shake it.

Grace sat on her stool and picked up her lunch.

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Will woke up feeling a little better after the nap and the Advil Jack had given him. He was thirsty, so he got out of bed and went to the kitchen to get some water. He heard a sound coming from the couch and frowned, it didn't sound like the dog even if it did sound like whimpering.

Walking to the couch, he saw Jack was curled up and moaning. Will kneeled next to the couch and gently shook Jack, trying to wake him up. "Jackie, come on, sweetie, wake up."

Jack pulled away from Will and uttered three words, "Help me, Will…"

Will frowned, he knew what Jack was dreaming about now, but he hadn't thought Jack had called for help. "Jack, I'm right here, wake up!"

Jack's eyes opened and he stared at Will with a hopeless expression before adopting a concerned one. He pressed a hand against Will's forehead and smiled. "You're fever is almost gone. Do you feel better?"

Will did feel better, but he knew he was still sick and it annoyed him. "Yes, a little." He brushed Jack's concern off and concentrated on his own worry. He felt selfish for being sick, even though he knew there was nothing he could do about it. "How do you feel?" Will asked. "You're not better, so don't give me that."

"You're right, I'm not." Jack smiled sadly. "I thought I was."

"I know," Will replied. He turned his face away and coughed, he still wasn't well, even though the Advil had given him more strength.

"You're still really sick," Jack told him. "You should get back in bed." He pushed himself from the couch. "Come, I'll help you."

"Jack…" Will began, hoping to talk to his boyfriend and best friend.

"No!" Jack snapped, suddenly irritable. "Come on, you're sick and you need rest. I don't need to be the focus point right now!"

Will touched Jack gently. "I'm sorry." He started coughing again and the horrible feeling in his chest was returning. He needed to lie down and rest.

"Come, your sick." Jack took Will's hand and led him to the bedroom. If Will had looked at Jack's face closely, he would have seen tears glistening behind Jack's eyes.