Disclaimer: I don't own anything, so please, don't sue! Also, as far as I am aware, none of the events in this story have actually taken place so don't take them as fact. (Although a lot of us wish stuff like this happened; or we "know" it does ;) )

Author's Note: Heh…this is what happens when I'm in a DayQuil induced stupor and forced to attend school. All I can say is, well, I don't like taking cold meds and NyQuil-Cherry and Buckley's taste really bad. At least, according to a certain best friend of mine, who hates cherry and ran around screaming about it being gross for about 20 minutes on the phone with me. Anyways, on with…oddness?

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"I'm not taking it!"

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not!"

"God! You're just as stubborn as Sara!" Eric groaned.

"Well, you're just as annoying as Greg!" Jorja countered.

"Maybe if Sara wasn't so stubborn then Greg wouldn't have to be so annoying!" he shot back.

"Well, if-" Jorja started, stopping when a coughing fit took over her body. Eric's eyes softened as he sat down on the couch beside her, rubbing her back gently.

"You okay?" he asked when her wheezing stopped.

"Yeah…" Jorja replied. "I'm still not taking that though," she muttered, pointing at the plastic cup filled with red liquid on the coffee table. Eric rolled his eyes, standing up. He turned back to her, hands on his hips. She looked so diminutive, sitting on the couch in her pyjamas, hair tied back loosely, wrapped up in a blanket. She had been sick for three days but was refusing to take any medicine. Looking up at his scrutinizing expression she sniffed loudly, rubbing at her tired eyes.

"It'll make you feel better," he offered, still trying to get her to take the meds.

"Not doing it," was the answer. Eric shrugged.

Without warning, he pinched her nose, causing her to open her mouth. In one swift movement he poured the liquid down her throat. Smirking he released his hold on her, putting the now empty cup back on the table. Jorja made a disgusted face, sticking out her tongue.

"I hate you," she growled.

"Oh please, it wasn't that bad."

"Yes it was! It tasted like rotting flesh!"

"Mmmhmm, cause, you know, NyQuil totally has that in its recipe," he laughed.

"Shut up Eric," she groaned, lying down on the couch and pulling the blanket up over her head.

Eric just smiled, picking up the remainders of the NyQuil and taking them to the kitchen, nearly tripping over Ali on his way. The dog skittered away, looking annoyed.

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By the time he made his way back to the living room, his friend had disappeared. Frowning, Eric made his way to the stairs, finding the dog sitting at the top, looking defensive.

"Oh, so that's where your master is," he joked, scaling the flight and moving past the Boxer.

Quietly opening the bedroom door, he found the lost patient, asleep in her bed, snuggled deep in the duvet. He smiled, shaking his head. The whole "NyQuil" ordeal must have tired her out.

"You're too much like Sara sometime," he whispered, a slightly apprehensive expression still on his face. "Get better, it worries me when you're ill," he added, absently picking some of her laundry up and throwing it in the basket by the bathroom door, blushing when he realized what he was doing. Or more likely, when he realized what he was holding.

"Shut up Greg, I'm trying to sleep," Jorja mumbled, unaware of what was actually going on around her.

"I'm never giving you cold meds again," Eric smirked, heading for the door.

"Greg," she called, making Eric jump.

Why did she keep calling him that? She really had to separate herself from her character. Maybe it was just the medication talking.

"Yeah?" he asked, not really sure why he was playing along with it.

"I love you."

Eric's eyes grew wide.

"Love you too," he answered, his hands trembling as he said the words.

What had gotten into them?

First her saying something like that, then him responding like he did?

Something was up.

With both of them.

He practically had to run down the stairs.

'That stupid script involving a kiss between us,' Eric thought.

It was getting to them both.

But maybe, it was in a good way.

The End

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A/N: Well, there you have it. The insane rambling of my cold. I tell you, having a cold for two weeks sucks. And yes, I did have fun hitting the enter button a million times. XD

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