"Whatever happened to 'that's the last time I lick a handrail at the hospital'?"
"Bitch-ass motherfucker. Shut the hell up."
Dudley giggled as he sat beside Keswick on the bed. As he did, Keswick sneezed, quickly followed by a cough.
"Ooh," Dudley sounded, "That was a bad sneeze."
"Yeah?"
Keswick was sick. Obviously. Every summer he got an ear infection, and oh boy did he despise it. The thing was he was too weak to move very far, so he couldn't take care of himself. Outwardly, Keswick hated the fact that Dudley had to take care of him; but internally, he was nothing but a pathetic sick jellyfish who wanted nothing more than to be held.
Luckily enough for Keswick, Dudley was a lapdog who never missed arm day.
As Dudley sat down, Keswick reached over and wrapped his arms around him, grumbling as he settled against his hips. Dudley rubbed Keswick's back quietly.
Eventually, Keswick blinked open an eye and looked up at Dudley.
"R-r-remember that time we kissed to try and make you sick?" he asked.
"My gay awakening?" Dudley asked, Keswick replying in a laugh. "Of course."
Keswick hummed. "You're gonna get s-sick again, one of these days…"
"Sounds sick."
Keswick laughed hoarsely again, nuzzling closer. "Shut up."
Dudley waited a moment before speaking again. "I have something for you."
Keswick looked up as the dog pulled a white bottle from beside him. Then a clear, plastic syringe. Keswick shot up from the place he laid.
"Oh, no! Motherfucker, you l-lied to me!"
"I didn't say anything to you, Kes!"
"Don't you d-dare get that awful bubblegum d-d-dirt near me!"
Dudley easily managed to pin Keswick down to the bed on his stomach. Keswick huffed and crossed his arms under his chin.
"Come on!" Dudley laughed, "It's not that bad!"
"Rat bastard."
"It'll help you get better!"
"I'd rather choke."
"Sit up so you can take it."
"I'd rather ch-choke!"
"Keswick," Dudley chuckled, "Kes, Kes…"
"What the f-f-fuck do you want."
Dudley sat back onto his legs, letting Keswick turn onto his back and look up at him.
"If you take the medicine, as soon as you get better, I'll take you to Owlive Garden," Dudley offered.
Keswick pursed his lips, then sighed. "Fine," he conceded, grabbing the bottle from Dudley and muttering curses under his breath. He shuttled as he swallowed the gritty pink substance.
"Don't be so overdramatic," Dudley said quietly as Keswick handed everything back.
Keswick sniffled. "Fuck you."
(...)
i,, ADORE that, giggles